Sometimes

Picture taken in Illinois on our family farm; right out the back door! Winter 2005

Sometimes things don't go, after all,

from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel

faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail,

sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes step back from war;

elect an honest man; decide they care enough,

that they can't leave some stranger poor.

Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best efforts do not go

amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.

The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow

that seemed hard frozen: may it happen to you

~ Sheenagh Pugh ~