Profanely Blessed
Blue sky, frost, more
than a hint of green,
cows bawling for feed
here come the boys
with the tractor and bales,
here come the
calves feeling the sun
on their back
feeling good, here I am
pounding posts, the fence
coming along
post by post, here come
Dwayne and Patty
on their way
to church, waving, I wave back.
Holy shit life is good this morning.
Poetry by jim

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Written on 2015-03-15 at 15:49




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