Ravaged features
From working the land
Not at all
The life she had planned
Ballerina shoes
She thought to wear
Satin encased
She had promising flair
To the Bar
She would duly be called
A barrister's brief and
Shady reputations to maul
A designer perhaps
Stella McCartney's forte
Wrapped in silks
Provocative and naughty
An architect to build
Towers to the moon
A chef to concoct
Food to make people swoon
But no, these things were brushed to the side
A tractor was the only limousine she would ride
A farmer she married with fields to be ploughed
She promised her life on the day that she vowed
Flaxen hair swept back and under a scarf
Wellington boots caked in thick mud
Chapped hands, rosy cheeks and rising at dawn
Though she does it all in the name of true love