Lizzie Armstrong

By Lizzie Armstrong
Browns River Middle School, Grade 8

My daddy leaves early
I never see him go
Even though
He just walks down the road.

He has lots of repairs to make,
But they all must wait.
First he must milk,
Then clean the filth away.
My daddy owns this land.
With his callused hands,
He has worked on every acre,
With mama as his baker.
I collect the eggs that are laid,
Over in the hutch,
Sometimes daddy lets me spread the hay,
I love him very much.
I know daddy works very hard,
Especially in May,
That is when the planting is,
So he is never in the barn.
He loves being in the field,
With the radio on.
But mama says,
I must stay in the lawn.
“Let him have his time,
This is why he lives on a farm”

My daddy comes home late
I always sit and wait
Even though
He just walks down the road.