“Rhubarb Corn Apples and Pears”

 

It’s old dogs and kittens,

 chickens and ducks,

 bales of hay,

 and pick-up trucks

 

Old tractors in the field,

 long put to rest,

 and barns that stood,

 their times of test

 

Songs composed by the wind,

 and wayward crows,

 jacket weather,

 between the heat and snow

 

Canning jars,

 full of fresh cut beans,

 morning coffee by the stove,

 and time to dream

 

Raccoon tracks,

 out along the creek,

 and birds in the trees,

 talking beak to beak

 

It’s dew on the grass,

 till the morning sun,

 twilight’s colors in the sky,

 when the day is done

 

Brass and copper,

 leather and lace,

 good food and life,

 at a horse-drawn pace

 

Rhubarb, corn,

 apples, and pears,

 wood smoke from the chimney,

 and well worn chairs

 

Good neighbors down the road,

 but not too near,

 water from the spring,

 sweet and clear

 

Foremost in the country,

 both below and above,

 there’s a real good supply,

 of a thing called love . . .

 

 

Mackay Mansion,

Virginia City, Nev.

11/01/04