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