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My Favourite Overalls
Broken threads, ripped around each filthy knee,
Awakened, like I, to the morning call.
Proud to its duty with both latches filling their reserved places,
Greeting every anxious barn animal with the soft, swift sound of each pant leg rubbing against itself.
With each step, the wet soil splashing upon the beaten ends,
Nevertheless, they never fail to perform its duty.
After a long day at work, the dismissing sunrise waves goodbye.
As we pounce off Mr. John Deer, the edge pierces with yet another tear.
A fine line and a razor sharp needle repair the daily wounds.
Then hung back up to dry, resting, as if to know another hard day is never far.
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
As expected, once again, they are called upon like unto a clock.
Always prepared, always ready, always eager, always faithful.
These are my favourite overalls.
© Curtis Roote
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Awakened, like I, to the morning call.
Proud to its duty with both latches filling their reserved places,
Greeting every anxious barn animal with the soft, swift sound of each pant leg rubbing against itself.
With each step, the wet soil splashing upon the beaten ends,
Nevertheless, they never fail to perform its duty.
After a long day at work, the dismissing sunrise waves goodbye.
As we pounce off Mr. John Deer, the edge pierces with yet another tear.
A fine line and a razor sharp needle repair the daily wounds.
Then hung back up to dry, resting, as if to know another hard day is never far.
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
As expected, once again, they are called upon like unto a clock.
Always prepared, always ready, always eager, always faithful.
These are my favourite overalls.
© Curtis Roote
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Published 11th Mar 2013
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