The original poem was about a farmer's daughter who didn't want to marry a farming man. But, what if she did want to marry a farming man...
Having been a farmer's daughter,
She couldn't wait to be a farmer's wife, raising
the hens in the hen house, waiting the allotted weeks
and then taking her little straw laden basket to collect pearl white
eggs to take to market. Waiting for the cows milk
to be brought in pails so she could separate it- some for butter,
some for drinking, some to take with the eggs to market.
Its her way- its her normal.
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