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| Cardinals in Winter thanks to the four pound bag of special bird seed mix a cardinal has graced our winter yard with his mate several times this winter stopping to clear the coast of cats and hidden hawks they make a pretty pair those two red and brilliant in the sunlight he stands to guard his quiet mate quickened eyes and crunching beak he watches to soothe the fear of his close red friend they come a lot to sit on the snow near the kitchen window sharing the winter with us Fences Come and Go once strung to hold spring lambs now, it lies a simple roll of sheep fencing to be cooly stored at one dark corner of the barn fences come and go stretched to the lower field to fit rotation first here then the far field and, to my ultimate delight the field close to the road and passersby stop to catch a glimpse of this spring's newborn lambs, in lilac time purples, white, and pink and pink-tongued baby lambs suckled rich with ewe's milk provide a glorious spring but fences mostly go now soon the perimeter will remain alone the lambs, the ewes, the singular ram all gone not hay,nor water,or the molasses-scented salt lick remain the fences came and went the pasture turns to groomed lawn the fences come and go like long-lost friends |
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| Chestnut Acre Farm I thought of you again my son we fed the sheep one more time and said goodnight to our favorite laying hens clucking as they perched on their roosts checking one last time for recent eggs as I shut out the world and think only of you back on that dark November night when we wandered Chestnut Acre Farm while the world raged beyond our tiny pasture won't you please come back and take our favorite egg basket from my hand and share with me one more trip to the sleepy-filled barn on what we once called our Chestnut Acre Farm The Snow Fort i went to the abandoned snow fort left near the road by the neighborhood kids i dug myself a path fit for a king and traveled through the passages to china and the king"s best treasure room it was all so fascinating there hidden in the snow room after room of military might a storehouse of frozen snowballs and secret compartments etched in frozen snow windows and sliding snow-covered doors with kings and princes politicians and occasional running snow water i was only four snow prints from the front door and my mother called me for dinner while I hid in the white castle near the kingdom of the snow god |
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