Plow Horse Woman

A plow horse woman without ribbons or accolades outworking the glittering high stepping show horse parade. She'll never get promotion she doesn't play their game, She just puts in an honest forty- five lays another callus on the day. You'll never see cherries on her knees. from climbing slippery corporate ladders. There's no aces up her tattered sleeve her conscious is free from clutter and clatter. Year after year she churns row upon row, while she'll saddles no heavy regrets. Making "the man"-another pot of gold. Her sparkling soul is made of blood and sweat not from stabbing flanks or tossing stones. In the fading season when all crops are in she's earned that dapple of golden shade as the show horses parade plastic ribbons while wiping their muzzles from their shame.