There in my hand was
a pitchfork as I went
along to pick up or pitch
a fork into the loosen
grass. And put in a trailer
full of already mounted
grass that is ready to
be used for some feed or
a bed some like to use
it to climb up on, and use
it for a good old fun.
As my pitchfork kept
pitching, and the forks of
it that are sharp and long
keep making that gentle
rattle as it was rattling as
I was pitched and toss
the grass, as I kept making
the grass to add to the
trailer that is behind a tractor
I always thought this
was a better way of doing
things. As the forks of
the pitchfork start to
rattle a soft whisper came
upon it. And I give the
forked grass a greivness
that is needed to be added
to the already stacked mound
from the field. That lays
in the trailer, where I'll take
with to use for this spring
cleaning.
And soon as I was finished
with the pitching the field
I was to return my pitchfork
back to a place where it
makes it's stead. As I need
it no more, and no longer
for I was doing what a favor
of what I can. And so I put
my pitchfork back, and where
a man takes the tractor
with the trailer full of straw
he takes it to a place of stay
where it'll lay when the time
is right.
© The realist