HURON COUNTY, MICHIGAN, ONCE BLESSED

So many, many years ago,

People, I outlived them all!

Farm, a fantastic place to grow!

Real living, as I recall!

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Apple orchard I remember!

Like, apple butter time!

And cider so fresh and drinkable!

To keep you feeling fine!

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“An apple a day,” picked from the tree,

Horse in the field nearby,

Whinnied for his fair share,

Could not resist his cry!

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Well, of course, I picked him one!

Ate it out of my hand!

Habit forming this could be!

His prize from this fair land.

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Lots of fresh grass not near enough

To satisfy his greed!

A fine big black rider he

Must satiate that need!

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Give greedy horse his each day!

One day I came to take a ride!

Led him to a stand beside the fence!

Jumped on, from the side!

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Suppose a foolish thing to do,

But now could this rube resist?

What else is youth worth living for?

Of such life consists!

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Hardly prepared for fast and smooth,

Tore across that field!

Hooves beating on that soft sod!

His evil mind concealed!

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His plan to stop dead at the fence

To throw me over it!

Fooled him!  Pulled my left leg over

His neck and softly lit–

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To the ground, yes, on my feet!

Patted his neck and said,

“I will not punish your sneaky plan,

Another apple instead?”

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He understood for he gave

Return ride, soft and smooth,

Pulled up to the opposite fence,

Expectantly, not rude!

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Whinnying as I dropped back over,

I went to the nearest trees,

Picked a nice one and gave it to him!

Just chomped his thanks to me!

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But recently I saw photos of

This once beautiful green!

Dead trees, dried grass, no animals,

Beautiful past, a dream!

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Houses, barns, all falling apart,

Miles around all the same!

Greed!  Who needs the land anymore!

Money now is the game!

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Beautiful farmland, once it was,

Milked the cows by lantern light!

Plow, cultivate, eat heartily!

Does wealth then bring blight?

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Owns all those farms for miles around,

Soil once rich in dirt!

Dirt, once the livelihood,

Now cannot button his shirt!

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Me, Cox  04.15.09

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