Anabel and I 1832

Today is like all others Cranking the grinding wheel I toil from sunlight until dark I hunger when I get home Looking for a decent meal Alone I shall be on this night The wife has chosen sleeping Over cooking for me She works more hours then I Feeding the sheep gathering wool I am at an old age our children gone All we have are two horses and a barn Our house is small and cozy Just right for Anabel and I Tomorrow it will be Saturday Anabel and I are going for a ride A picnic it will be to celebrate 75 marriage years But now it’s time to sleep Next to my sweet, Anabel Until tomorrow when I write again This journey will someday end