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Tick-a, tock-a, tick-a, tock-a
Hurry, hurry, rush!
Picking, storing, shearing, canning,
Everyone must help.
Back shed full of chopped, stacked firewood,
Turkey's grain-fed fat,
Watching weather, working faster,
Harvest finished—done!
Cattle settled, winter’s coming,
Haystacks, milk cans, oats,
Feeding chickens, locking stables,
All is safely down.
Sagging skies are dimming quickly,
Twilight blacks and grays,
Stinging snowflakes, freezing breezes,
Kitchen windows call.
Wafts of freshly baken pastries,
Taunts the tired soul.
Stomping, thawing, tingling, burning,
Fingers, ears, and toes.
Hand in hand and heads bowed humbly,
Gratefully we pray.
Knowing all things from Almighty
We must thankful be.
Windows rattle ‘gainst the blasting,
Dark and fierce the night.
Sweeping branches, swinging fences
Thump-a, bump-a, crash!
Stoking full the Empire woodstove,
Kicking off my boots,
Satisfying feeling—comfort,
Rubbing Buddy’s ears
Sweetheart humming while she stitches
“Sweet, sweet by and by”
Singing, sewing, smiling, serving,
Comfort of my life.
Fire flits on wooden timbers,
Coffee perking strong
Hissing, crackling, flickering, whistling,
Greatest place called home.
Time to rest my weary body,
Drift on winter’s song.
Dozing, listening, dreaming, snoring,
Tick-a, tock-a, tick.
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