A Man Knows Distress Poem by James McLain

I, A Man Well Knows distress.
Every thing and heavy expectations,
steady, slow and strong each day.
Her distant sun, His destiny as one.
While the rudder,
and yes he must pass it off to her,
if he's too work the land as well at night.
Now in these uncommon days.

Labor needs more mouths and too feed
and help, they are suckled and kept full.
She shows her love each year as his love
for them he gathers by their many ears.
Hectic though it is, mutual longing shows.
Years flow past,
from these arms familiar are new patriots.




e.st.v.m.