Saturday
Good times
with the boys

the hay bale maze
laughing children
dead end

old song plays
singing
all the words

horse barn
the smell of straw
the sight of kittens

around the campfire
we joke
about banjos

his wife sleeps soundly
strives to finish
day is done

blossoms that bloom
from the unwanted weed
smell as sweet

tail wagging
four paws
imprints in the sand