~~ A FARMER'S WIFE ~~ All the folks who live in town, Will never know the joy I've found; In wooly lambs and mother sheep, In fuzzy baby chicks that peep. The baby kittens that play in the hay, And chase their tails around all day; The frisky calves that run on by, With a glint of mischief in their eye. To stand in corn up to your knees, And see the oats wave in the breeze; To see the butterflies and bees, And watch the birds up in the trees. The crimson beauty of the fall, The corn and beans fill bins, so tall; These things I love and pray each day, The Lord will never take away. Each season has its ups and downs, That makes us smile and also frown; I'm so thankful for my life, And proud to be a farmer's wife. Linda Hotger April 2001 ��������