Saturday, April 7, 2012

Survival Homestead

Oh, the hammer, the staples, muscles unknown
So ten chicks and a rooster can have a new home

Wack and pull weeds where the mower can’t go
Build the garden beds where the food will grow

Then to till the red clay earth and plant the seeds
Dirt under nails and blisters on knees

Heave-ho the shovel to dig the fire-pit
To tired, to sore to enjoy any of it

Only to burn the scrap wood after clean up
Of time and energy, there’s never enough

Lay the stones for the walk through the yard
Soft and flabby screams to be strong and hard

City life to survival homestead
Whatever was it that got into my head??

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