Misty alpaca mornings

A poem for spring.

The morning is misty, the mud is hip deep

The alpacas hungrily hum us up out of  sleep

Our barn’s only half-finished

When over the Dell (aka the highway)

Comes Dave stating – Hydro! Your trees they will fell!

And then we went to the dump


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