Rain than Sunshine.
Hardy-board and Paint scrappers.
Calk-guns, paint brushes, and rollers.
Puppy eyes, teeth and tails,
and one 'forever' escapee.
Golden and red leaves,
and the more common brown, plowed field,
or standing stubble.
Too many orange vested dots on fields, that make me frown.
And the less frequent but more upsetting sound of shots far too close.
The road home is dotted with city trucks.
(could you guess where I stand as for as hunting goes?)
White mane and tail against the crimson sumac,
or moonlight on his forelock.
Several frosty mornings and frozen ground.
Squash by the 1/4 ton. Literally.
Potatoes not yet weighed.
Little faces, crayons, and popsicle sticks with the kid's program
at the Revelation meetings.
Then there is family here with Grandma ......
