BILL PRINGLE

PUSHING PAINT


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HARVEST

I've seen the clouds a gathering
I've heard the crows a nattering
The snow will soon be settling
Around the summer's offerings

This spurs the urge for wandering
To where the streams are meandering
Beyond the fence line trimmed
To where the ponds and marshes begin

I look to find the efforts made
By the muskrat and the beaver trade
I find it rather a comforting thing
These houses built to last to spring

I'll visit once again I know
When we can walk on ice an' snow

To study their special form of carpentry

To admire their venting system
And exits from what looks a prison
I'd have to say it's time well spent
In analyzing these marshey tenants