April 2nd - Farmyard smells

Farmyard smells.

There’s a smell, down on the farm

That is rancid and foul.

That is ignored by starling, pigeon and owl.

It is the stink of the rotting and wet

Silage and manure and muck that you get

Down on the farm.

The pigs like the mud and dig holes in the dirt

Snuffling with their noses til you think it would hurt

But they are happy in the grime and the stench and the pong

Down on the farm, where they do belong.

In the sheds are the cows

From the field to be milked

But they do not worry

Walking around in the slurry

That smells sickly-sweet and clawing.

Down on the farm.

There is mud, there is slime

You get used to the acrid and pungent

When you’ve been there for a time.

In the summer when it gets hot

Well...  you suffer the putrid a lot.

Oh yes, it’s whiffy and it reeks down on the farm.

But....

Don’t you just love it!

Farmyards and their smells?

There’s nothing better I think.

Whether it’s vegetable or it’s arable

With horses and sheep (lambs are adorarable)

Ducks and honking geese and clucking chickens a few

Farms are wonderful worlds working there just for you.

 (P.S. I loved writing some smelly words too.)