One by One All Day

"Howdy, lem," my grandfather said with his eyes closed

Wiping the eastbound dust from his sunburned brow

A life before doubt.I smell the engine grease and mint the wind is blending

Under the moan of rotting elm in the silo floor.Down a hill of pine tree quills we made our way

To the bottom and the ferns where thick moss grows

Beside a stream.Under the rocks are snails and we can fills our pockets

And let them go one by one all day in a brand new place.

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