Here’s a poem from my new book, FROM ACROSS THE CAMPFIRE, for you read free of charge. If you want to read the rest of the poems and stories, you’ll have to buy one. Enjoy!
MORNING
By
Troy Andrew Smith
It’s still dark outside, imagine that.
The coffee’s on and there goes the cat.
She’s making her rounds, like she does each day.
She’ll be watching for mice, when I start feeding the hay.
The bacon’s frying, God I love the smell.
There’s cholesterol in eggs, but what ta Hell.
We’re all going to die someday and go to the Promised Land.
So I’ll eat what I like, and die a happy man.
Out on the flat, the snow’s more’n a foot deep.
Wind blew so hard last night, it near disturbed my sleep.
But it’s laid some now, and boy am I glad,
`cause as some folks will tell ya, the wind can make me mad.
I’ll go harness the horses, as soon as I’ve ate,
Peg and Joe will be wanting their oats, telling me I’m late.
One more cup of coffee, then I’ll get on with the day,
load the wagon and feed the cows, some good alfalfa hay.
It’s so cold and clear, you can feel the air snap,
but I’m dressed warm, even got an Elmer Fudd cap.
My whisker’s is frozen, and I can sure `nuff see my breath.
There that’s the last of the hay, now what else is left.
Chop the ice; give the pigs some corn,
feed the calves, then the morning chores are done.
Farming and ranching in the winter, can be kind of hard,
but who knows maybe someday; I’ll be featured on a Hallmark card.
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