On The Family Farm
I enjoy the family farm
And spend my weekends there
At my parents’ home
With animals everywhere
There is an old wood stove
That quickly heats the house
And there before the dawn
We slowly move about
We have a big breakfast
And prepare for our work
There is bacon and biscuits
Each morning always served
We also enjoy fresh eggs
That the chickens lay
And I’m thankful for the hens
That scratch around each day
Dad and I will work
And when exhausted come back home
Every weekend there
With the farm all he’s known
When the weekend is over
I return to my place
And for the next week long
Remember my getaways