Knot My Line

“She lay herself beside him on the bed–
Placed in her hair a daffodil–
But he had plowed the stubborn fields all day
With clumsy oxen ‘cross the hill.
Her night gown had a deep embroidered yoke
But his eyes saw the coming grain,
She sighed a little as she heard him snore;
For snores so often cause a pain.
She moved and put her breast against his back
And breathed against his dark brown hair–
He woke and said the soil was nice and soft
And that he’d have to breed the mare.”

Franklin Lee Stevenson