040410p Somebody Is Getting A Cut Poem by Manonton Dalan

barking dogs behind the fence
shotgun toting bearded man watching
chewing tobacco spitting at the dog
black spotted cow grazing on the hill
close to a rusted house with windmill
with a red rooster as wind director

corn are full wheat are yellow and beautiful
trees are robustly green dancing with the wind
i can hear hear somebody dribbling a ball
screaming kids, i could understand; wide open
this farm is almost to the horizon; plentiful
but when i get to store everything is so priceful