found another chicken dead out behind the barn eaten up and full of flies summer has begun
the heat is making waves again across the fields in back and me i'm waging war again waiting for attack
breakfast ended early when a quart of milk was dropped the puddle made had nearly dried before the screaming stopped
i finally fixed the screen today to keep out the flies i just can't stand them landing on my face at night
and when i am done and they come to take me home i will not go without a battle no 'cause at the end of the line i'm afraid that i will find that i've spent all my time disappointed
