Summer's Chores Poem by Billy Loving

Boiling hot son beating down
As a solitary droplet splatters on the ground
Clothes soaked with sweat
Day's chores not finished yet
Gardening, time to hoe
Already fed the livestock down below
Chilled water in the creek, a brief reprieve
My overheated body, it does relieve
Just a momentary respite
To soon will come the night
Grass starting to get tall
Unending cycle until summer becomes fall
Deciding tomorrow I'll mow
As back to work I go
Sun slowly fading away
I squeeze the last minute out of the day
Work day finally done
Unfortunately the night has won
Just another summer for me
In these woods, feeling so free