my crofting valentine

Be my crofting valentine

your delicate hands so refined

to the kidding shed if you'd be so kind

and explore the goats behind

to deliver live kids once entwined

my valentine




you wear a pocketed apron like a wife

with the baler twine and opinel knife

iodine fingers smelling rife

fully embracing the farming life

my reluctant valentine




late at night when all is still

with a thermos flask against the chill

a lull in kidding and nothing ill

longing dreams of a breakfast grill

your coffee cup I will refill

if you'll be my valentine