Wednesday, October 24, 2012

A Poem: Plowing the Garden

Plowing the Garden

Sitting on Pat's back
Warm with scratchy white hair
The patient pace
Pulling the old plow through the earth
Grandpa clucks and mutters rarely
to correct the old horse's path
I am a happy little light
Riding a content old horse
Followed by a satisfied man

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