Monday, October 31, 2016

The Offering





The Offering


I walk because he can’t.

I walk as the farmer’s eyes and ears.

Rattle of snake? Leap away!

It’s only the pull of dog ropes hissing through

dried grasses. 

Buck rubs. Deer tracks. Rocks in the 

meadow. Downed

cedar bough.


I bring an offering that crinkles

his face with smiles. Pungent and sweet,

fresh chuck of cedar. 


                                                              ~written 1 week after the farmer's heart                                          surgery- October 18th
I also bring him the camera card from our game camera. :)  

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2 comments:

  1. MelodieOctober 31, 2016 at 3:46 PM

    That's an awesome buck--and a lovely piece of poetry, once again. Hope each day gets better.

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  2. Sharon C. LandisOctober 31, 2016 at 5:14 PM

    Thanks Melodie. That buck is a beauty! And the farmer is actually doing very well. Taking walks, just not long ones. And not with the dogs.

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