RANCH HAND

Shivered in the morning to the static of the radio we left on all night

Took turns grabbing the log we'd stoke in the stove

Film of ice covering the bucket we used to wash up

Still an hour till dawn

 

Breakfast waiting at the house

 

Share the cigarette we rolled on our walk up

 

Warm inside, busy smells of pancakes and bacon

 

Yesterday's paper

 

Talk of the day ahead

 

Coffee? Yes

James, check the tractor and fill it up

Steve, grab that extra hook in the barn

We'll pull that trailer today

Mike, come with me

 

Rosy east greets us

Spreads crimson across the fields

 

Reviews

[Honeypot]

I'm going to venture a guess that you're a morning person? This is the second one about that time of day when night winds down and day begins. This reminded me of when I was little and my dad moving about, getting ready for the day and the tools he'd need ready. In this poem the ranch hands slept outside? The wash water freezing over makes me wonder. I really enjoyed this one too.