Country Men

How no two are alike. To size is lakes and streams is like, comparing country sausage. Marbled thick and fat or summer lean. Huge necks, when some where caps upon their heads. Some with sacks that cling like vines against their backs, hang down. While there are woman some as flowers magpies gossip in the sun against the fence. Legs they straddle, high fence posts the slats as some come less when more men often. Yet country men they often do, when looking in the loft for you, to fetch some straw baled tight each golden day it's hay to country men more less than often once I heard you say. These be two, more less confused between a country or a city smile one learned, when two she knew.