Home From College
He's home from college now
all smooth and ruddy.
"No time for dating, Son,
the harvest is near."
All smooth and ruddy
apples must get to market.
The harvest is near;
the price is incomparable.
Apples must get to market
shining in the searing sun,
the price is incomparable.
Dad set the lines and rows
shining in the searing sun.
Mom, in her way, agreed.
Dad set the lines and rows;
the loss for him is unbearable.
Mom, in her way, agreed,
"No time for dating, Son."
The loss for him is unbearable;
he's home from college now.
Copyright © Carol Louise Moon | Year Posted 2023
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