poetry

Courting Dimensions

We see in two dimensions, why do we need three?

When depth’s always hidden within you and me

Like engraved images in a dusty old book

Just flat lines multiplying the closer we look

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A ball’s three dimensional, though all the same

Dribbled on flattened courts, we all call a game

Shooting for stars – settling for net

Thinking two dimensionally that’s all you get

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We’ve all the axes: X, Y and Z

Why would one not think in 3D?

This third dimension’s for all to score

Winners share in its depth evermore

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A Day on the Farm

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The sun’s our clock, rooster alarm.

Up to start a day on the farm.

Fresh air and sunshine all long day.

Eat our breakfast then on our way.

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I put on my boots, coat and hat.

And find a glove under the cat.

Out the door to the bunnies hutch.

They eat  pellets they don’t like much.

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My dog follows, opens the door.

Sometimes gone for hours or more.

Jumping high, trips latch with paw.

The cutest thing I ever saw.

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Next we’re off to feed the plump hens.

Gather eggs, clean muddy pig pens.

We’ll hose it down then slop the sows.

Grab our pails and milk the cows.

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Feed the mare, sleeps in the sable.

I’ll ride her soon when I’m able.

First she’s brushed then gets oats and hay.

We do all these things twice a day

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In the garden, vegetables grow.

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