PaPa’s Life

It wasn’t a grand life,

But he loved his life.

The scent of mown hay

Dancing in spring air.

Thick, fresh milk

Soothing the throat.

Languid barn cats stretching

Into their shadows.

Owls hooting in the loft,

Seldom disturbed,

Aiding cats in the night hunt.

Cattle meandering

Into the brick house,

Cool and alive in all seasons.

Children loping through

Barn and house and life.

Wooden house welcoming,

Inviting after hard labor.

He loved his life,

But it wasn’t a grand life.

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