April is National Poem month so here is another one from 1942.
A Perfect Day
Grandmother, on a winter's day,
Milked the cows and fed them hay,
Slopped the hogs,saddled the
mule,
And got the children off to school;
Did a washing,mopped the floor,
Washed the windows,and did
some chores;
Cooked a dish of home-dried fruit,
Pressed her husband's Sunday suit,
Swept the parlor, made the bed,
Split some fire wood, and lugged in
enough to fill the kitchen bin;
Cleaned the lamps and put in oil,
Stewed some apples she thought
would spoil;
Churned some butter,baked a cake,
Then exclaimed "For heaven's sake
The calves have got out of the
pen"--
Went out and chased them in
again
Gathered the eggs and locked
the stable,
Back to the house and set the table,
Cooked a supper that was delic-
ious;
And afterwards washed all the
dishes;
Fed the cat and sprinkled the
clothes,
Mended a basketful of hose;
Then opened the organ and began to play
"When you come to the end of a
perfect day"