Friday After Thanksgiving

Ginko almost solid yellow Just a bare touch of green Means the first frost or freeze Is nigh on most any night The color on the horizon Is nothing spectatcular Almost a clear sunrise But the beauty is felt In the quiet peace The roosters are just Softly crowing as if Their vocal cords are frozen Sea and land container And truck go down the Road and interfer with Quiet of this glorious morn Cindy comes around Wanting me to feed Her on the cold morning I shiver she's comfortable When i first came out onto The porch there was a bird That flew from the giant oak To across the road almost silently I believe it was the hawk That has lived down the road I enjoyed seeing that family They became part of my life Sea and land truck goes out As does one eighteen wheeler Sea and land hauling old Machinery to coast to be shipped China This is from a plant that once Employed nearly three thousand Now it is being torn down After being sold three times I am getting chilled so I Must not stay out on the porch Thank you God for the time The time that you allowed Thank you, Thank you For the warmth of the house