Farm Morning

Walk in dew-soaked grass to the hen house.

Lift the door latch.

Chickens come squeaking

Out to catch bugs in the morning shade.

I chose a place in the sun,

On the stump by the water pump.

A smell of fresh turned earth

And freshly mown grass meets me.

I stop to break stalks of asparagus. 

Creamed soup for supper.