2005
Grazing Fields.
Vaughn L. Brown
I grazed peacefully,
Listening to the birds singing.
Moving along lazily,
My negative emotions gone.
Keeping one eye out for danger,
It is easy to relax.
Away from the sound of my master’s pager,
Away from the smell of candle wax.
I am the one, who pulls the plough,
The one to help drive sows.
But what people need to learn now,
We need a break from the competitions and shows.
I work in a confusing family,
Everyone produces a different product.
It is wonderful to return to the familiar
Fields where work lacks.
Listening to a small creek running over rocks,
Listening to the Wood Pecker do her many knocks.
Away from the sounds of rattling chains,
Away from the key scraping in the locks.
“Ah, so blissful” sighed a voice near my ear.
I looked up and smiled,
It was another companion,
He was standing abutting,
Letting me feel his friendship as always.
Juan, gentle horse that he is,
Always spoke less
And enjoyed silence. |