This day in mine

This day is mine and I haul horse manure
across the island to the next one over
I haul four wheel barrows of good shit
The rabbi trades me apples and candles
I tell him now is the time to plant garlic

Spunky the wonder truck will be a veteran
the tape deck is grand the music is celtic
the sea is smooth and the tunes fit well
four wheel barrows of stallion manure to
grow fine strong white bulbs of garlic

what more could one ask for than peace
earth soil and horse shit for life

if only every day were like this one