I Did It All

It is almost time, for fall to arrive, I am so ready, been so hot, I almost died. Winter is my favorite, I love the snow, don't get much here in the South, you know. Been getting my wood, and stacking it high, got the heater cleaned up, it is shining so bright. Finished painting my house, now that was a job, my hands are so sore, they ache, and throb. I cut my grass, and trimmed my trees, and pulled dang weeds, Oh, my aching knees. I cut my finger, thinning Pompas grass, that stuff is dangerous, it slices like glass. Tomorrow I'll weed eat, and start painting my shop, I'm so tired now, about ready to drop. This is a typical day, for me at the ranch, I need some rest, but there's not a chance. I will see you tomorrow, after a good nights sleep, and with luck, and a miracle, somebody may come rescue me.