Morning Breezes 2
When morning breezes bring on the shivers,
and the thermometer is in the teens.
Your head stays buried under the kivers
while the farmer pulls on overall jeans.
When wafts from the kitchen wake your pleasure
with fond smells of bacon and egg victuals;
reflect on what great degree you treasure
a busy farmer's early rituals.
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2016
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