Sunday, August 10, 2014

Baleful

We climbed into the loft
then jumped upon the mow
the hay was nice and soft
and tasty for a cow

the sweet summer smell
contained in every stalk
made youthful daring swell
till I saw fit to balk

and touched down with my knee
connected to my eye
it knocked the sense right out of me
a painful way to fly

and now when I recall that day
despite the years I've spanned
I know it's all about the way
you think before you land.

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