Poems from Farm Kid

ZACK

 

my name is

Zachary

it’s weird

 

Mum says Zachariah

was an ancient king

Dad says she got it

from a romance novel

 

whatever

everyone calls me Zack

or Zacko

except for one stupid girl

who calls me

Zacky

 

if I was a king

I’d put her

in the dungeon.

 

GIFT HORSE

Our neighbours are selling up

moving out

our mean neighbours

who never lend

only borrow

never help

only ask for things

we barely have enough of

 

Dad sighs, Mum sniffs

the neighbours offer

what they’re throwing out

threadbare carpet

broken couch

worn tyres

frayed ropes

I hate how

we can’t afford to say

no.

 

COW LOGIC

each year Dad names

our new calves

alphabetically

 

the oldest cow

is Arabella

 

these new, spindly-legged calves

will be Parsley,

Petunia, Patty and Pancake

 

Dad knows all the cows’ names

how old they are

and that Parsley

was born to Mint

 

logical, huh?

 

what will he do

when he gets to

X?