The dog came in and looked at me and turned
around and left.
I must have had that far off glare that often
The man came in and said something then offered
I did not hear it, not one word;
My blood ran warm as ice.
Why is it when a simple thing
like helping build a home
Zaps all my inner strength some days;
And leaves me wanting some?
Press erase and come back in as the spell
is almost broke.
A thousand painted ponies circle round
to guard this homestead place
Then cyber nights meet Crocket lore
and dreams fill in the space.