with her rabbit-brush broom.
My father lays the bough
across the door
to show that we have gone.
The dogs bark.
They run around the sheep corral
telling the sheep
we are ready to go.
The young corn in the field
hangs its tasseled heads.
with her rabbit-brush broom.
My father lays the bough
across the door
to show that we have gone.
The dogs bark.
They run around the sheep corral
telling the sheep
we are ready to go.
The young corn in the field
hangs its tasseled heads.