It has long been my dream to write and illustrate a series of children’s books. Several years ago, I even took a watercolor class so I could learn how paint hummingbirds or other critters for the books. I quickly learned that I’m no artist but I did enjoy the process of mixing beautiful colors to make other beautiful colors. Then life got really busy…..I became a mom, my job became more demanding and time-consuming and frankly, I just didn’t have the energy to work on it. But for any of you who have been in a meeting or class with me and someone asked the question, “What’s your secret lifelong dream?”, my answer has always been to do this.
Well, things are still busy and my painting skills aren’t much better than they were, but I’ve decided that I should start small, with at least a little poem. I’m so inspired by the animals here on the farm and I think it will be fun someday to document their adventures. I’m sure I’ll embellish a bit for the sake of the story so bear with me as I practice my mad rhyming skills and share with you this silly story about our goats and our very favorite time of each day.
There once was a goat named Claree
who was born in the town of Searcy
She loved her time at Redbud Rock Farm
They had lots of chickens and a real nice barn
There was always plenty of treats to eat
They said that her new family, she would soon meet
She was so excited, yet a little nervous and scared
“What if they don’t like me?” was her biggest fear
One day, around the first of June
A big truck pulled up…it seemed like it was too soon.
She was sad to leave the only place she’d ever known
But they promised her that she would love her new home
She hated saying goodbye to her family and friends
It was sad and scary and for a moment, it felt like the end
But when she was handed to the girl that they called Grace
It brought joy to her heart despite the tears that were running down her face.
They were kind to her as they loaded up the truck
They gave her kisses and hugs and lots of love
She was glad that her best friend Weezer was there by her side
They couldn’t wait to get finished with that bumpy ride.
They were trembling with excitement and they both really had to pee
A nice man named Steve lifted them down on wobbly knees
He said they could call him “Papa” and that he’d give them good care
Then the one they called Momma told them that she’d always be there
It was a beautiful day at Forevermost Farms
Weezer and Claree moved into the back of the barn
There was a tall fence and lots of grass to eat
There were even some dandelions they could have for a treat
There were chickens next door who made lots of noise
They were mostly girls but they said there was one boy
They called him Mary which seemed kind of strange
But there’d be stranger things ahead at this home on the range
The girls began to settle into their new life
They ate and played all day, but their favorite time was at night
Papa and Mama always came out to feed the rabbits, fish and dogs
They knew it was almost their time when they fed the hogs
Those silly pigs were so hungry and loud
They ate so much food, it could feed a big crowd
After Momma and Papa finished with the nightly slop,
It was always time for their regular stop
Papa always brought a big cup of feed
And momma and Grace had a handful of treats
They got lots of lovin’ and belly rubs galore
When Mama says, “it’s bedtime”
Papa always says, “Just a few minutes more.”
Sometimes they take pictures with a thing they call “phone”
And they get a little sad when it’s time to leave them alone
But they know that after the nighttime comes a new day
When they can go out in the field and eat dandelions and hay.
And as the sun goes down, they know it’s almost time for their daily dose
Of treats, belly rubbin’, love and Goodnight Goat.
Oh my dear just keep the mind a tumbling. The water 💦 paint will follow thur.
Love it, keep on writing
Love it! You’re a poet and didn’t know it!❤️❤️❤️
I’m so proud of your Interesting skills and that beautifully mind who gives me chills, she was once constrained with the corporate world it was glamorous and dark and proved comfort galore,I was worried about her with so much change then a friend from her past lead her on this great new path, she glows in every pic I see and post that I cant believe….she is happy mom of her daughter Grace and all that they share in this place, her goats her pigs her chickens and fish has only made it worth the risk! So proud of yall!
Oh my goodness Dusty. You have made my day. Fellow kindred poet. I love you and am thankful for your encouragement and support.