Awake before the sun,
a new day has begun.
Cows to be milked, men to feed
by good example she must lead.
The children cry, so she must care.
A quiet morning is something rare.
Off to work all the men go,
like the water- ebb and flow.
In the yard the children play,
while chickens sit amongst the hay.
Sun shines down on a dew-kissed field,
perhaps this year there'll be a good yield.
Evening comes, all grows still.
Nocturnals come to have their fill.
Crickets chirp and bull frogs croak
from the chimney drifts a fire's smoke.