A moon in the last quarter,
A farmer turns his moist sod.
Many neighbors are burning brush,
Two girls mounted on white mules
Cross several muddy fields
Bright hats on their heads.
Men yield hoes
And little children
Chase collie dogs.
Distant crows fly over,
Black cows eat along the field edges,
Serene Clouds float in the blue skies.
Lambs with gray wool disturb a white horse.
A fence rail stands between a moving stream
And the dirt path,
Leading to a clover edged pond with
Little fishes swimming freely with painted
Turtles clamoring close to silted sediments,
A red bird bursts into full song while another
Lands on an unprotected nest.
–J. E. Cook ©2015