THE TURKEY SHOOT

THE TURKEY SHOOT

Small town Saskatchewan
raising money for the curling rink

Targets fifty feet away
and old bent-sight 22’s to shoot

The trick to bringing a turkey home
was not how well at the bullseye shot
but how fast you learned that life
is sometimes

three inches down

and two to the left of where you aim

THE FARM, THE RANCH AND THE SWEEPING SCYTHE

THE FARM, THE RANCH
AND THE SWEEPING SCYTHE

Sunrise can be brilly bright
and all day long
everything out to get you

The horse can kick or fall
the bull has horns of steel

Every machine is grinding its teeth
in wait for a chance to bite

and every snowstorm
eager to find you
too far from the barn
and stiffen you like the manure-pile cat

The sunsets worth surviving for

IT IS ENOUGH

IT IS ENOUGH

It is enough
that the baby smiles
even if it’s only gas

It is enough
to know that God exists
though it take a lifetime and a minute more

It is enough
that the dog loves you
at the end of a day filled with cats

It is enough
that the rainbow
can arch your back straight again

It is enough
to watch a sunset

It is enough
that leaves fall like butterflies

It is enough
that joy exists
even when others have it all

It is enough
that the other knee feels fine

It is enough
that in dreams you can still fly

It is enough
that poetry is in the bible too

It is enough
that gifts
come in the size of gratitude