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This city girl in years of yore

Had not been countryfied before       

But I learned quickly, to my core              

That Country’s not just farmland lore

Water pumped from frigid well

While all around me snowflakes fell

Incasing me in icy shell

The words I used, I cannot tell


The old outhouse (a thing I feared)           

Had not been seen where I was reared                

With yawning door, I know it leered

Beckoning to me as I neared    

Terror put me in despair                                

Because it was so dark in there

Big spiders lurked just everywhere

And slivers pierced my derriere


Gathering eggs before they froze

Didn’t help my hands and toes

Besides, the hens pecked at my nose

Adding to my country woes


I milked the cow . . . well I tried

I had no fear, since she was tied

But she was antsy — kicked my side

It hurt so bad I almost cried

I slopped the hogs – how gross was that                  

And gagged so hard I could not chat

I chased a funny looking cat

And when he sprayed, outside I sat


The snow did nothing for the scent

Earned from my country accident

My clothes were buried by a gent

And six baths later I was spent

That was just the first long day

But I’ll go back there anyway

When it’s warmer – perhaps May

But Heaven forbid that I should stay

8/17/04       Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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