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Chasing Flies At Sunset

Long hard day is gone and over.
Heading home over the rise
to wash all grime and the sores.
Cramming a log into the belly of the iron
he goes and pumps the water.
Stripping  off his grime and slime
the kettle let's a whistle beller.
Pouring the water into the trough
he slides down into its comfort
the grime disintegrateing.
Feet dangling over the side
 as he relaxs away 
the long hard day.
Reaching around he finds the soap 
as he scrubs the grime away.
Buzzing all around his tub
as the flies float on a breeze.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 10/24/2013 5:37:00 PM
Ha...loved your poem....just came in from splitting wood and can picture putting that log in the stove.....and have taken a bath in a tub in the kitchen a time or two myself as a youngster..
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Michael Byte
Date: 10/24/2013 5:41:00 PM
Thanks Donna for the comment. Glad I could do it right to help people relive those days
Date: 10/24/2013 5:57:00 AM
- Well written, Michael .... tired and exhausted when the sun goes down .... relax! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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Michael Byte
Date: 10/24/2013 6:17:00 AM
Thanks ANNE I greatly appreciate your comments on my work

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