The farmer’s daughter,
Walked through the yard,
As the chickens clucked,
And the horses neighed.
She walked right past,
The hungry cows,
And didn’t glance,
At the sleeping sheep.
There was one thing,
On the girls mind that day,
As the farmer’s daughter,
Strode through the yard,
As the chickens clucked,
And the horses neighed.

She squinted at,
The tractor’s glare,
From the sunlight beating,
Down on the earth.
The ducks flapped their wings,
Trying to get her attention,
But she didn’t notice,
And kept on going.
There was one thing,
On the girl’s mind that day,
As the farmer’s daughter,
Wandered through the yard,
As the chickens clucked,
And the horses neighed.

The tears were starting,
To gently roll,
Down her cheeks,
Covered with freckles.
There was no hand,
To wipe them away,
They were stuffed in the
Pockets of her jeans.
There was one thing,
On the girl’s mind that day,
As the farmer’s daughter,
Trudged through the yard,
As the chickens clucked,
And the horses neighed.

She pulled her hat,
Lower on her face,
And stopped in front,
Of the fresh mound of dirt.
Her eyes were blurred,
And the stone unreadable,
And the ground was moist,
Where the tears fell.
There was on thing,
On the girl’s mind that day,
As the farmer’s daughter,
Sat in the yard,
As the chickens clucked,
And the horses neighed.