Mom On A Farm | An Authentic Homesteading Poem

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Perhaps one of the most important aspects of homesteading is not only the continuous acts of hard work and determination to live a life of self-reliance, but the values that go along with it. The community of homesteaders who read Pioneer Settler are wonderfully creative and hard working people, making this blog a joy to write. ‘Mom On A Farm’ is the perfect poetic example of this lifestyle we all love.

I was recently beyond flattered that one of our readers was willing to share a personal poem that she wrote about her life as a homesteading mother. After getting her permission, I am sharing it with all of you to enjoy!

Mom On A Farm

By Nicole Malstrom

You can ask what it’s like to be a mom
And you’d get answers far and long

But do you know what it is like to be
A mom on a farm, now that’s what I mean?

We’ll take the last seven years or so
And see if we can give the story a go

We had some dogs, some lambs, things here and there
But a bigger four legged would bring life with a flair

A pony, a gift, from an old neighbor you see
Would open the way for a red head with glee

Hours upon hours these two were together
Sleeping outside, bonding through all kinds of weather

Reading a book laying across her back
Or riding the roads and lanes with our without tack

Winter Horse In Snow Homesteading Barn Mom On A Farm | A Homesteading Poem

We had to deal with an abscess up in a foot
Soaking and treating and care of the hoof

From there, along with a move
Another kid started into the groove

Through connections a second horse came free
A beautiful gray guy for my boy he would be

They rode these two most every day
Even through winter, gloomy and gray

Along with these critters came the need for feed
And the kids pitched in to fill that need

Shoveling manure, bucking hay, placing flyers not a few
Earning denaro to feed the growing crew

Along came a big ol’ starving bay
That tugged the heart strings right away

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But a spill mixed with wire along the road
Would change how this horse’s story would be told

An injury to the fetlock is what happened
The vet was called and treatment began

All things that were done seemed to no avail
And it seemed he’d be sent on the heavn’ly trail

My daughter asked if we could keep trying, anything at all
So we soaked, stretched, massaged, wrapped, praying a mighty call

And to the vet’s surprise the unhealable healed
So he could once again walk smoothly across the field.

But on a clear and sunny September morn,
The pony became cantankerous and forlorn

This bay, he got a little too close to her
And she let out some kicks with quite the flur

barbed wire Mom On A Farm | A Homesteading Poem

As a few girls were preparing to take a ride
Is when events unfurled to make one cry

To watch this boy thrash in the pains of death
We supposed heaven’s pasture was indeed his path

See, those kicks had caused damage unseen to the naked eye
Causing him to bleed to death deep inside

It’s hard to witness death take place in ways as such
Then holding a child as they cry for another loved so much

See, many may not quite understand the connection
That certain gals can have with introspection.

Farm life, farm life……how ‘bout lets add some more
How about a special needs lamb in through the door.

This little thing needed special care and love
Since deformity affected the palate from above

baby lambs Mom On A Farm | A Homesteading Poem

Feedings through the night; yep, she did each one
Doing what was needed and up before the sun

Then added in new lambs to bring companionship
For the special one with the unlined lip

So for weeks on end through the night we’d get up and feed
Bottle after bottle according to lots of need

And just when it was about to end the nightly trek,
A friend’s dogs took a kitten and didn’t put it back

It was such a tiny little slimed up blob
But Amandah was asked if she was up for the job

So from lamb straight to kitten came the nightly bottle feeds
As she became momma to another little one’s needs.

Nigerian Dwarf goats joined with our growing array
Now those are the cutest babies you’ve ever watched jump and play!!

kitten in straw Mom On A Farm | A Homesteading Poem

And bunnies! Oh yes you can’t forget these soft and hoppy friends
White, black, brown, gray, and a mix of many blends.

Death always seems to come and strike it’s hand
Not caring which critter is across the land

Dogs jumped in our pen of lambs
Scaring, biting, believing a kill was at hand

Though it didn’t happen just right then
Our special needs gal could no longer win

A special bond was attacked through this death blow
And now her body returns to Mother Earth below.

A couple of calves joined our happy fray
But one of those didn’t make the day.

It’s not easy when the call needs to be made
To put an animal down, to put it to the grave.

rabbits Mom On A Farm | A Homesteading Poem

The boys have both had to assist in this grim task
The realities of life over them hold no mask.

Life carries on, and the farm critters are as much a part
For their care and lives set upon us their mark.

These all can get sick or have problems like me or you
And they need love and care, this much is true.

At times you’d think our kitchen was a veterinary room
Treat ear infections, abscesses, dressing wounds, and to groom

Lambs and goats, dogs, cats, and rabbits….
Some days it seemed to form new habbits.

And a bedroom for a girl was not just that for her
It has been shared with creatures full of fur

But it hasn’t always stopped with just that
It’s even become a room at times for horse’s tack!

GOATS Mom On A Farm | A Homesteading Poem

I don’t think many other mothers can really understand a certain woe
About living on a farm through sun and rain and wind and snow

Because no matter how hard I try to convince any to remove the shoe
In comes not just dirt and mud or sand, but a glorious mix with critter poo!!

So there are some things both hard and sad
But many things as well to make one glad

We’ve joined in competitions, events, and parades,
And worked to earn the blue ribbon grades.

To watch a certain girl ride true and free
Or a young man drive his mini and cart down the street

Fills this mother’s heart with gladness and joy
As their gifts and talents they work to employ.

I haven’t shared all the stories of sorrows or lucks
Or included the donkey, turkeys, guineas, roosters, or ducks

A wild cockfighting rooster chicken - Kauai, Hawaii Mom On A Farm | A Homesteading Poem

But I think I have shared things just enough
That farm life is fun, enjoyable, and sometimes tuff.

Yet, it is still the life for my kids I adore
I don’t see how else they could’ve grown more.

So onto each new day we arrive
To see what antics or mishaps mix with our lives

I’ll not beleaguer the show with more
For I believe there’s others to adore

So I declare my part is through
And bid you all adieu!

Again, I would just like to thank Nicole for being to willing to share her poem with me and by extension, all of you! What did you all think of the poem? Please let me know in the comments below! Happy homesteading!

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