FEED THE HUNGER
(a country life)
The elm tree bristled as it fell
to the ground. The high blue
above looked suddenly down.
Sadness was felt, and I walked
away. Starve a fever, feed a
cold : I think that's what gets
said. I mutter, instead, 'Feed
the hunger, bury the old.'
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Someone had tipped the John
Deere tractor, over and onto its
side - That's a nearly impossible
task, I knew, because their
track and center of gravity are
so wide - I knew it had to have
been tipped by a machine.
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Two old guys were looking at the
ancient Buick which was settled
in the yard - paths of debris and
a hundred things of old. Starve
that fever, feed that cold?
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