In a perfect world

In a perfect world,

My house would be clean

My dishes all done

The floor would gleam

In a perfect world

There would only be flowers

Yet, I don’t mind weed pulling

Just need more hours

In a perfect world

When it chooses to rain

Would be the ideal times

Then no one could complain

In a perfect world

Children wouldn’t fight

They would talk nice to one another

From morning until night

In a perfect world

My energy wouldn’t wane

The more I had to do

I would only gain and gain

In a perfect world

Sick cows wouldn’t go down

They would sort themselves out

Find their own ride to town

In a perfect world

The mosquitoes would kiss

Instead of the stings,

It would be bug bliss

In a perfect world

You could reason with pigs

“I will let you run and play

Provided no one digs!”

In a perfect world

My sheep wouldn’t sneak out

Touring the farm weekly

Simply to see what’s about

In a perfect world

Cancer is cured with a hug

Not one of hesitation

But one nice and snug

In a perfect world

The words that need said

Would float above our heads

Like cartoon characters and be read

This world is far from perfect

Amazing, incredible, and great

Try living each day to the fullest

It’s an adventure; why wait?

Jacqui Davison and her family milk 800 cows and farm 1,200 acres in northeastern Vernon County, Wisconsin. Her children, Ira, Dane, Henry and Cora, help 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.