Farmyard Antics 107 Poem by Phil Soar

Farmyard Antics 107



I strolled into a farmyard
Where I'd been so many times
The sounds that welcomed me inside
Were like a poets rhymes
And as I felt so peaceful
I lay down for a sleep
And woke covered in droppings
From a herd of passing sheep

Thursday, August 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,funny
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