A Country Autumn – 5

Crops, like children, do not grow
The same from year to year;
We do our best, but even so,
We watch each one in fear

For all those things that may go wrong:
From slower growth, or faster —
The fear that which we’ve loved so long
Will fall upon disaster —

Yet both are raised because of love:
Of mind, and heart, and soul —
With help that’s often sought above
For all we can’t

Control

How to Describe My Day…

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It’s flowers stenciled on a waste paper basket
It’s a basketball goal without a net
It’s a door jamb that will not quite seal
It’s a two-part rerun where they only show the first part
It’s an outdoor gas pump that tells you to come inside for a receipt
It’s a poor imitation of something that wasn’t that great to begin with
It’s the main reason I’m confident tomorrow will be better