Country Men Poem by James McLain

How no two are alike.
To size is lakes and streams is like,
comparing country sausage.
Marbled thick and fat or summer lean.
Huge necks,
when some where caps upon their heads.
Some with sacks that cling like vines
against their backs, hang down.
While there are woman some as flowers
magpies gossip in the sun
against the fence.
Legs they straddle,
high fence posts the slats
as some come less when more men often.
Yet country men they often do,
when looking in the loft for you, to fetch some straw
baled tight each golden day it's hay
to country men more less than often once I heard you say.
These be two,
more less confused between a country or a city smile
one learned, when two she knew.