By Joey McNeill
It was 4 in the morning and a hard day ahead.
He milked the cows and worked on the shed.
The hens weren’t producing eggs like they should.
Something spooked them somewhere in the woods.
He got on his boots and went out in the stream.
He had done this many times.
He look out upon a distant field. Spring was comin’ into sublime.
He moved the stones and changed the course.
Out of a ditch the water went.
It slithered down it’s well worn path.
Nature has a soul it sings its own song.
But his family had needs and he had to try.
So he said as he watched as the water wend its way,
To a barren ground that would be filled with corn,
That would reach up as far as could into the sky.
“God speed little friend don’t waste your time.
Because we are to the point it’s do or die.”
He milked the cows and worked on the shed.
The hens weren’t producing eggs like they should.
Something spooked them somewhere in the woods.
He got on his boots and went out in the stream.
He had done this many times.
He look out upon a distant field. Spring was comin’ into sublime.
He moved the stones and changed the course.
Out of a ditch the water went.
It slithered down it’s well worn path.
Nature has a soul it sings its own song.
But his family had needs and he had to try.
So he said as he watched as the water wend its way,
To a barren ground that would be filled with corn,
That would reach up as far as could into the sky.
“God speed little friend don’t waste your time.
Because we are to the point it’s do or die.”
Joey McNeill is a good friend of mine online. I find him smart, intelligent and has brilliant literary thinking. I am sharing one of his literary masterpiece.
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