March 13, 2019
Davey H headed out
on the last gloomy day of the year
to exercise clout
and expunge all doubt
and quell working class fear.
But the worst of the pain
had yet to rescind,
as first came the rain
soon followed by wind.
So much for gatherin’ gear.
He grew used to the pattern – it wasn’t so hard – to pick up the scattered stuff
slopped in the yard.
Determined, though, to keep chugging on,
Davey did know he’d best get up at dawn.
Then, moving along, it was pitchforkin’ dark,
at a quarter past dawn – and the dog didn’t bark.