Fence Post Memoirs Of A Farm Life (Poem)

Old and worn she stands, Wearing old man's beard and spiders. Great protector of the flock, standing guard, drawing lines. Sculpting the contour of our farm. Sturdy and steady she persists, Under harsh winds, battering rains and winter's relentless snow. Ice drips for months on her arms, frozen solid. Stoic is she, unremitting. Her sides, … Continue reading Fence Post Memoirs Of A Farm Life (Poem)