The Old Farmers Daughter,
I loved roaming the fields and woods.
The snow melting in the spring,
running off into the pond or creek.
a little beauty spot I liked to visit.
There was a deadfall where the ermine lurked.
Squirrel were abundant.
Jack in the Pulpits would be found.
Early in the spring you would find
dogtooth violets snuggled up
to the base of trees.
grown into the trees.
There also were ironwood trees.
The Old Farmer said they were so named for the obvious reason,
they were like iron. You would be hard put to cut one down.
So I tackled an ironwood tree with optimism.
Which soon turned to a pessimistic attitude.
The Old Farmer was right.
Why would I even question his wisdom!
But, we learn through experience.