Farmer’s Lament

She milked the cow,
I rode the plow;

She planted seeds,
I pulled the weeds;

She birthed the lambs,
I sheared the rams;

She cleaned our house,
I hunted grouse.

Then, Christmas Day,
Tending the sow, 
She passed away.

I’m selling now.

—Don Kimball, Concord, NH

 

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