Homestead

Hot cup of coffee, cool mornin’ air,

  what little we got we’re willin’ to share.

The cattle are fat, the wheat’s turnin’ gold,

  the sun on the mountain’s a sight to behold.

Root cellar’s full of the things that we canned,

  lucky we found this good bottom land.

The Meadowlark sings on a fence post,

  this year has been better than most.

The cabin is snug and the curtains are hung,

  we built it all with the things that we brung.

The well came through and the water is fine,

  better than dinkin’ that that old alkaline.

Next year we’ll prove up, but we ain’t done,

  we’ll build an addition to house everyone.

Hot cup of coffee, cool mornin’ air,

  I’d rather be here than most anywhere.

LDT July 13, ‘23

Main Menu: http://www.azrockdodger.com