From an old agrarian phase
A Song for Handsome Peter
This is the story of Handsome Peter
No sounder soul ever toiled in these parts.
With a heart as true as his face was fair
He drank his days with a fearless heart.
Brought in from Dakota, near Bismarck I think
Cool with strangers, he often seemed shy.
A traveler born, a fine frothy fellow
He was unerring, blameless, simple, and wise.
And if he was asked to do Yorkshires upstate
Or Poland Chinas down in some muddy,
He never balked, he always stood ready.
The sweet smell of sows made him feel rutty.
Peter had no isms, bowed to no Isis,
He wouldn’t have bothered with Orwell’s tripe.
He did what was asked, not less often more,
This working class pig with a sultan’s plight.
Peter loved the sows, their smell and their squeals
Still he was only a cog on a gear.
And when he began to grow ornery and old
The Spam makers came and took him I hear.
So when you sit down to a nice Sunday brunch
Bow and give thanks for the eggs and the wheat.
Give thanks for the waffles, bagels and jam
And when you smell bacon, think of old Pete.
Izzy’s Calico Cat
So anyway, one Sunday Frankie and Izzy Connor
come over and he wanted to know if I
had time to help him put the
foundation back together
on the back corner of his cow barn
that had sagged away from
all the water that ran
off the barn when it rained
too much and now would be a good
time to fix it because it has been dry
all summer and the cattle
can be kept out of there
while we jack the barn up enough to get
some new gravel under everything
so that it will stay where it belongs
for a couple of years anyway.
So the nest Saturday we jacked
the barn up and pulled the footing
back where it belonged and
the old barn was good as new
straight from corner to roof but
Izzy, Frankie’s woman had
seen him toss a shovelful of dirt
on her cat and was pissed
that we laughed but
everything was back the way it
belonged except that we might
have warned Izzy’s cat that
was in the habit of teasing
old Blute Hound
by strutting past him and bothering him
to give chase and then hard cornering at
the gate down by the sagging end of the barn
that wasn’t sagging anymore
and slipping through the crack in the foundation
that wasn’t there anymore
while the old hound went crazy
on the outside but this
time the cat hit the barn at full speed
because we fixed the crack and
we don’t know if the collision killed it
or the hound did it when he caught
that cat on its first bounce
off of the cement foundation but
we do know that we’re responsible
as far as Izzy is concerned and
lately when Frankie comes over
he’s been bringing old Blute Hound with him.