Feeding Calves
I hear the calves bellering
Waiting to be fed
I look over
And see all the calves standing by the fence
Then I see the empty bunks
That have been licked clean
I can taste the dust from the feed
As I fill the pails
I feel the weight of the pails on my arms
As I feed them
I hear the calves running for the bunk
The calves push past me
Trying to get to the bunk
I listen to the sound of the highway
That sits next to our house
I can smell the manure that sits outside the shed
And the smell of the fresh cut bale of hay