I’m tired of short days and chores in the dark.
I’m weary of water buckets froze like a rock.
I’m sick of the snow, the mud and the ice,
A trip to Hawaii ‘bout now sounds real nice.
I think raising horses up here in the North Zone,
Is only for those with no brain of their own.
If I was inside, I’d have comfort and heat.
But, these ladies in waiting want something to eat.
Just look at those bellies, ho how they swell,
On last year’s memories a moment I dwell.
Such grand excitement with each newborn foal,
As ladies in waiting fulfill their role.
Maybe, just maybe, this one’s a winner,
So go our hopes with each new beginner.
Winter and hard work will soon be forgot.
This horse farm may be a pain in the neck,
But we will still be here next year by heck.
So don’t mind me if I smile and sing,
I’m anxiously waiting with the ladies for Spring!
(Author Bonee Erickson)