Stay
By Imogen B
Published 29 March 2023
As I walk through the once green, full farm yard,
See the ghosts play just like my little ones,
I wish for the times when it wasn't this hard,
See the searching rays of sun like hot tounges.
I find myself working with the soon-dead,
Will I soon be driven to the city?
I just want my dear family to be fed,
See, working out here is never pretty.
I find mysef in a tough position,
Because I dare not desert the old cows,
So it's now my good-hearted mission,
To stay until the rain wakes from its drowse.
Then the rain falls! Atop the dry, cracked fields,
And I find myself reduced to squeals.