In My Dreams

A thousand brides,

A million wives.

Dressed up, praying in the awning.

Somehow when my prince

Will come, he won’t

Be wearing armor.

 

I’ll see him outside in

The fields, with clear

And dirty License. He’ll

Know somehow we’re meant

To be together,

Forever and ever, amen.

 

He’ll love to play,

But not with Older girls

Who love to watch him working.

 

He’ll be busy

In the new calf’s pen –

Training him for Monday.

4/12/13

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