What are you thinking?
Staring through the barbed wire
Solemnly chewing the noontime meal
Of Johnson grass, clipped from the fencerow
Mewling for your babies
They are frolicking in the new grass
You are sentinels in the pasture
Watching me drive by,
Welcoming me, letting me pass
Down the gravel right of way
To the eternal house on the hill
White frame and stone pillars
Guarded by the oaks and maples
Planted in the front yard.
Your night time calling is a frequent lullaby
In my dreaming, even today.
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