Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: Making Ends Meet (01/16/14)
TITLE: My Tail of Farmer Brown
By Elizabeth Baize
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Lives out a perfect life;
He owns a perfect barn and house
And loves his perfect wife.
But stop awhile and listen up
‘Cause once he was in trouble;
We knew when one day Little Red
Came runnin’ on the double.
With flappin’ wings and
Scrawny legs just barely touchin’ ground,
She squawked her way into our midst
While we all gathered ‘round.
This hen had just the voice
To send the barnyard SOS;
The rest of us grew quiet and still
To hear her prompt address.
“It’s Farmer Brown! I’m worried that
He’ll tie himself in knots.”
With bulging eyes we waited for her
To connect the dots.
“He doesn’t know,” she rampaged on,
“How he can make ends meet.
Yet meet they must. Imagine him
Attempting such a feat!”
We all took time to conjure up
Our master’s sun-burned nose
And place it in proximity
To his ten up-turned toes.
“Immmposssible!” the Shetland ram
Was first to say a word,
And captured just the very thought
That came to what we’d heard.
“But some of us can make ends meet!”
barked optimistic Rover.
He then ensued to chase his tail
Until he flopped right over.
Miss Mittens raised a snowy paw,
Quite shocked by this display.
“You lack technique; please watch and heed
The proper mode I pray.”
She leaped upon a pile of straw
That served her for a bed
And slowly curled her mouser’s tail
Up next her jet black head.
Well, you shoulda see our barnyard
As we tried to follow suit.
The twistin and the turnin’
Woulda made you fairly hoot!
When Farmer Brown came out to feed
We put on quite a show,
But soon he walked away again,
His footsteps sad and slow.
“We made ends meet; does he not care?”
Miss Mittens fairy cried.
“I think that you misunderstand,”
The Shetland ram replied.
“We made ends meet ‘near twenty times,
but he can’t do the same.
Perhaps if we distract him
He’ll forget about this game.”
“Agreed!” quick Rover gave a bark.
The rest of us chimed in.
“Let’s make him glad,” chirped Little Red
Just where shall we begin?”
I’ll give him milk with lots of cream,
The Jersey softly mooed.
And if his wife will make him cheese
At least he’ll have some food.”
“This coat of mine I’ll gladly give,”
the Shetland ram called out.
“I’ll guard the flock,” barked Rover,
“From the many threats about.”
The next few weeks we pulled our weight
In every way we could,
Just hopin’ that poor Farmer Brown
Would see and think it good.
Each mornin’ after milkin’ Bess
He’d head back toward his home –
the bucket spillin’ over
with the extra milk and foam.
And when he gathered eggs at night
You shoulda’ seen him pile
A dozen in his well-worn hat.
It sure did make us smile!
One day he came into the barn
And leaned against the wall.
At first he stood in silence,
But then we heard him drawl.
“Yew know, the Lord’s been good to me;
I shore can’t guess His ways.
But I have seen Him answer prayer
Within the last few days.
It’s only by the grace of God
That I have made ends meet.
He’s blessed this farm abundantly;
His mercy – it is sweet.”
We watched and stared. How could this be?
One thing was very clear;
The Lord had used us in a way
That touched the human sphere.
But still! This was a miracle!
We did not doubt of course.
Somehow our farmer made ends meet.
His Own Horse
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