I’m a professional
Is what we say
Around the farm, doing this and that
Carrying on our way

I’m a professional
We smile and roll our eyes
Grab a pitchfork, syringe, scrub brush
And work like work is a prize

I’m a professional
At so many things it turns out
Keep reading this poem
To see if you have any doubt

I’m a professional
At cleaning up messes
Observe me on a Sunday evening
When Cora has worn 15 different dresses

I’m a professional
At washing loads and loads of clothes
Probably one at folding, too
Definitely one of the underwear folding pros

I’m a professional
At feeding three calves at once
Provided they are all starving geniuses
It is a fail if one is a dunce

I’m a professional
At being completely in my reading zone
House can be crashing down around me
I may as well be on an island alone

I’m a professional
At washing dishes in the early morning hours
Scraping and scrubbing off food
It is one of my special powers

I’m a professional
At dancing across the kitchen floor
Turn on some polka, “Footloose”
Boys will learn these moves and more

I’m a professional
At tending to livestock in need
Milking them, pulling calves, giving pills
Especially hauling down cows’ feed

I’m a professional
At whipping up a meal and a treat
Attempting to please all the palettes
That in and of itself is no small feat

I’m a professional
At writing crazy poems galore
Probably should end this one though
I wouldn’t want to be a bore

Jacqui and her family milk 800 cows and farm 1,200 acres of crops in the northeastern corner of Vernon County, Wisconsin. Her children, Ira, Dane, Henry and Cora, help her on the farm while her husband, Keith, works on a grain farm. If she’s not in the barn, she’s probably in the kitchen, trailing after little ones or sharing her passion of reading with someone. Her life is best described as organized chaos, and if it wasn’t, she’d be bored.