Oaklee

Who will tend our bones, how beautiful is rain, it will wash the stones, my arms around him twine straining his body away. limpid now the sunlight, pink Lupins nod and fold, their noses to the day, birds never sing alone, songs are a keening rhyme, a skylark leads the way, horses hold the fenceline, July resists our clothes, sweat runs down his face, a tractor hugs the road, our baby now is fine, it rocks along the way, the boy is nearly nine, am happy for this roam, brings us back to stay, everything we call home, sparkles like the hay.