Rising for Chores

Waking up in the morning
Early now comes the light
Can’t sleep it’s too bright
Such things can’t wait
Turning on the stove
Tea kettle filling with water
Can you smell the bacon
Melting in the frying pan?
Checking messages clickity clack
Clock is going tickity tock
Throwing on some old blue jeans
Do I have a shirt that’s clean?
Okay this one will do
The barn and garden is beckoning
Out the door …..I’m gone.
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Posted: Apr 2011

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niah9
Your poem sirred memories.....that's the problem, I have no idea where all these places are, rural-town even city...so much to learn...and all on PC....Niahcheering yay
Witchaywoman
I'm nocturnal. I do chores in th epale moonlight. Owoooooo! wine
Odette67
Just another day, in the life of a working man, and yes, I can smell the bacon, yummy. wave
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