04/05/2025
❤️ Hire the kid with mud on their boots,
Calloused hands, and humble roots.
The one who shows up before the sun,
Knows a job ain't done 'til it's truly done.
They’ve stacked hay in the July heat,
Learned to stand tall and never retreat.
They’ve buried pets and bottle fed calves,
And fixed what's broke with just what they have.
They’ve been taught by stock and stubborn soil,
That growth takes time, and grit, and toil.
That nature doesn’t care for plans...
But rewards the steady, calloused hands.
They don’t flinch at early alarms,
They were raised by chores and open barns.
They’ve watched life start and seen it end,
And call a neighbor more than a friend.
They know respect...it's earned, not owed,
And how to carry their own load.
That true loyalty don't come cheap.
They’ve worked for free, not for applause,
Just pride in effort and in cause.
They’ll show up muddy, tired, and true,
With grit in their gut and a job to do.
They don’t clock out when things get hard...
They were built for dust and barnyard scars.
So if you want heart, and hustle, and try...
Hire the kid who grew up under sky.
The one who knows work ain't a curse,
It’s just life…
Earned in sweat, not handed down.
❤️ Michelle Knutson | Born In The Barn