By: Scott Schmidt
It started as a gravel pit
On the Highway across from the Dump
The Farm of Grandma and Grandpa Schmidt
Where everything’s luscious and plump
The gravel pit bloomed to a garden
They added a barn and some sheds
Chickens and pigs, put a yard in,
And seven more little Schmidt heads
A fine house built by Grandpa’s hands
A fertile garden sown
Grandma and Grandpa tend the land
And love the home they’ve grown
Grandpa in bibs with a hammer
Fixing and making repairs
Chickens squawking a clamor
He goes back in the house to his chair
Grandma in jeans and a jacket
Her scarf tied under her chin
Ducks and geese join in the racket
Emma the dog chiming in
A wood cook-stove in the kitchen
Bakes cookies and biscuits and bread
Fries hamburgers, pork chops, and chicken
Or just warms the house up instead
Homemade sausage, Homemade bread
Homemade wine and cheese
It’s better made from scratch, it’s said
So wonderful Grandma agrees
Woods and yard a playground
For Grandchildren, puppies, and friends
Who swing and sled and hang around
Or do chores if Grandpa recommends
Feel welcome, you’re always invited
To stop for a chat or a treat
Fresh butter, fresh bread, be delighted
Fresh honey makes everything sweet
At Grandma and Grandpa’s Utopia
Everyone feels they belong
A twenty-acre Cornucopia
Filled with food, love, laughter, and song
That little twenty-acre farm
On the Highway across from the Dump
Reaps love, harvests charm
Grows everything luscious and plump
