In the heat of day
his struggles are a-plenty
Piles done
piles more to go
and,
the noon-day sun
unrelenting
but,
his home is in sight
there’ll be plenty of
cool, fresh water to drink
Yes,
this horse works hard
for his hay.
~*~
© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved
Shared with Magpie Tales #125 The artist Thomas Hart Benton ‘Hay’
Living at home
eldest of a handful of kids
she’s already seen enough of
bouncing balls
robbing Peter to pay back Paul
adding, subtracting what she
can and can’t.
She’s sick of following behind
them all.
Closing cupboard doors and
left-open drawers
(no matter what she says)
Spring, summer, fall
months roll by
year in year out
nothing changes.
The sting of life with its
rind peeled
can sometimes
reveal more than we wish
but,
you cannot change ignorant
people who chose to spurn
the gift of learning.
She contemplates the ripples
(could sit there for eternity)
Can she really marry anyone
and become just like her mother.
Yet another of those, oh so
desperate housewives.
~*~
© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved
For some reason the Wordle words led me in this direction this week. Growing up in the messy endless noise and chaos, as second eldest of six kids, I know how she feels. LOL
Shared with The Sunday Whirl #64
Poets United Pantry #105
