Profanely Blessed

 

Blue sky, frost, more

than a hint of green,

cows bawling for feed

 

here come the boys

with the tractor and bales,

here come the

 

calves feeling the sun

on their back

feeling good, here I am

 

pounding posts, the fence

coming along

post by post, here come

 

Dwayne and Patty

on their way

to church, waving, I wave back.

 

Holy shit life is good this morning.





Poetry by jim The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-03-15 at 15:49

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countryfog
No matter where our lives and our writing take us, nothing rings as clear and as true as when we return to our roots.
2015-03-16



The title sums it up well. Sometimes things just seem to fall in place and the weather is just right and the people are just right and it's just damn good to be alive.
2015-03-16



How pleasant, jim.
I enjoyed very much the sequence of descriptions, especially the 'calves feeling the sun / on their back'. Applause!
2015-03-16


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree with Asa's description up to a point. This is an enjoyably simple, well-written poemi, but,, to me, it describes timeless things, happily experienced again.
2015-03-16


shells
One of those feel good days, may you be blessed with many more. Your final line sums it up nicely, good mantra.
2015-03-15


Åsa Andersson
Deceptively simple with the repetitions and alliterations. I get a sense of "finally, things are moving", after being frozen in one place over winter.

Good read!
2015-03-15



It sounds just as life should be. And, of course, it's the beginning of Spring, which makes everything seem even bettr.

I like the way you staggered the events, with wide spaces, to allow the feelings, and the visions time to be felt and seen.
Perfect order. :-)
~Ashe
2015-03-15