9845. IN THOSE BAGS OF MY BELONGINGS

IN THOSE BAGS OF 

MY BELONGINGS

There will be days, and time, just like this;

the dog with a lingering wheeze, the cow

in the sacred acre, chewing on the fence and

then licking your hand to show a bloody tongue.

There is nothing you can do about any of it, for

it all started long before you. It's the nature of

the beast. Take the experience home and ponder.

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My farmer friend, Darrell, is out today in the 

corn rows at the edge of the corn. We begin to 

fully harvest in about three weeks, but for now 

he's there checking the turnaround lanes to be 

sure nothing new has grown in and the John Deere

can still finish the circuit and make its turn.

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If you don't remember those things, without first

checking, they can catch you later by surprise.

Delays for sure when you really don't want them.

Thirty acres by sundown, one hopes. That's 12

hours without trouble. Oh, too, if you find my

tractor cap in those bags of my belongings,

let me have it back before we start, OK?