Rush
In the rush
From wheel to work
To work together new
Threads of lawn where
Father mother family
Others all trampled clippings upon.
From days where the
Laundry and dishes and trash
All were attended from
Giving out hands to chores
So the house could remain
On four corners to
One fallen leave of a
Season not far from
Autumn where in all of
The inch marks of growing
Up on the hallway
Represent a sole of
Shoes out the front door
With other wall markings
In store for him
Family fingers extending
To the rush that
Fills the mockingbird first
From the hay, the twine
Of brine in mother filled nests
Days in the homestead were best