The Farm
by Elijah Hong, age 11
Up in the hayloft the chicken sits on her eggs.
The cows wait to be milked at dawn.
Old saddles and bridles sit silently on pegs
As the barn cat stalking the farm lets out a yawn.
The pigs frolic and play in warm mud below
As the work horses rattle their long sleek metal chains.
The lean, old farmer rises to harvest and sow.
The hired man quietly whistles and pulls the reins.
The tractor rumbles up the steep hill in the lane.
As the tiring day slowly comes to an end,
A rabbit loudly rustles through some sugar cane.
Then, the sunset comes, bringing an awesome orange
blend.
The farm once again is quiet and peaceful today
As the dim candles slowly start to fade away.
Bird
by Elijah Hong, age 11
Blissfully singing in the mornings,
Instinctively gathering her chicks under her wings.
Round the farm she goes,
Dancing to and fro in the sunshine.
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