Fallow Field of Words

In fallow field Where corn once grew I chanced upon An old mule shoe I pondered on The many miles The shoe had plod In mulish style In river bed Now dry as bone I came upon A worn millstone Wondered aloud The wagons full Of new milled corn The mule had pulled In old grey barn Within a stall I found these words Carved on the wall George Washington Once slept here Best damn mule From far and near :) 20Mar14