Pa worked with heavy harness
Sturdy rugged, rough.
As a young boy he learned
How to work
And to be tough.
But sometimes, to harness each big horse,
It took a clever mind...
Not brute strength to lift it high,
But a pulley Pa did find.
Upon the backs the leather laid,
A load of weight not born,
But just to buckle and to hitch;
Then drive the team,
Out to gather corn.
This is a poem taken from my poetry book, "Come Ride With Me". It's almost ready to be published. I want to let it cool a bit. Look back over the work. Rearrange just a few pictures and let a few people proof read it for me.