She Loves The Sight Of Him Poem by James McLain

She liked eating chicken
he liked steak.
The river through their land
is full of fish.
He stood behind a bush
invited in.

Strong and healthy hands
she'd sing his song.
The milk is always fresh
a southern look.
Being milked each day
the cow stood still.

Though the chickens never did.
Strange trails led through
the woods knee high the grass.
His legs were wrapped around
her waist.

Strong healthy hands that need
strange looks upon his face.
Worms that come are squeezed
the chicken ate.