Buck Blood

Fondly, from a farm girl A summer feeding willow trees Shoving ice blue stakes in the cold hard ground Stomping out joy in a bed of hay Fondly, from a farm girl Alone on the prayeree Milking girl cows, digging on my tractor Sometimes I love private property I am patience on a pedestal Chained to the windowsill Pining like a pup for my whole life How pretty can a prayer be? Let me count the ways Fondly, from a farm girl A winter nursing Bambi Bleaching dirt stains, poking at the fire Chopping up wood til my elbows cave I am Cindersoot with a butter knife Kneeling on the floor my whole life Patchwork patterns on how to be free How pretty can a prayer be? Let me count the ways For those of you who are having a hard time Making out her pigtailed, clapping form straddling the log Here it is...outlined for you Fondly, from a farm girl A summer feeding willow trees Shoving ice blue stakes in the cold hard ground Stomping out joy in a bed of hay