One Battles Love And When

Side by side, back to back a post placed here the next one there. The sun come mid day is to hot over head glistning wet are our cheeks digging each hole ten feet apart from the next. Land this land our land starts from within our house when speaking comes first. Even in concervation it seems there is risk. The love of my life brings back each tomorrow anew. Building each chicken coop incircled in wire more for their own than for ours understanding is key and locks fall away when to whom are they spoken and how. So I leave a few clusters of grapes on the vine to dry as the sun lingers how much longer in the sky than once it appeared ones youth for each new lofty addittion to the house we then added on. And when one battles love and the splitting fences building out from the house back onto the farm it grows more distant when clear.