You might enjoy a good laugh today.
The high pile reeked,
Cow manure, good, and rich.
He ordered it to feed the azaleas
I remember her horror as the big
Red dinosaur truck dumped the load
A giant turd on our drive.
The flies arrived with it.
I remember her voice as she yelled
Horror, I remember his cringe, his
Rapid movements as he began to cart
It away, one relentless wheelbarrow
After another, his exhaustion.
I remember the driveway clean
When her dinner guests arrived.
The smell lingered on for days,
Floating on fly-laden air.
not muriel heron by any chance?
Nope! Jim and Lucy!
ach, I dont remember that – but I do remember a similar scenario up the road
Perhaps you are right – or maybe it happened at both locations!
Either way it makes good story. Hugs, Jane
oh I wasnt disputing that it happened at Hillcrest. Just before my memory.
It is not the manure per se – it is all about the timing, me reckons 🙂
You got it right – he didn’t!
Waxing poetic about manure? I like it. Why not. If only Keats had thought of that.
Yep, we are reduced to manure, but at least it gets a chuckle! What did Keats miss – thank you for your visit, Jane
Out in the barnyard, barefoot, I remember so clearly, brother Orlando took my hand, asked me to close my eyes, and led me directly to a fresh, warm cowpile in which I inserted my right foot, and he laughed.
Thank you for your visit Earl. Is stepping in one pleasant until you smell it?.Jane
Very fun tanks!
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Judith, that was quick – one nano second! Thank you for your visit. Jane