Manure
You city folks may not understand this
But I love the days when I step outside, and
With one breath I know they’re
Spreading manure down the road
The smell is rich and rank
Honest
No pretense about manure
That’s fer sure
City smells bother me
Exhaust and exhaustion
Mingled with too many people
And not enough sky
Rain on concrete
Smells like waste
But rain on manure
Smells like hope
Daily prompt: lifestyle
Great…the idea is too different..
Rain on manure smells like hope…it’s true and a great last sentence. Enjoyed this…
Manure? Well, yes, I guess I agree. There is more hope in the life that manure has the potential to provide – that’s fer sure. š
I went to college in Greeley, Colorado. We had a very large feedlot near the campus. Every spring they would spread manure all over the campus as fertilizer. One of the things that made college so interesting!
We lived in Cheyenne for a few years. I remember the smell of Greeley. Weren’t there rendering plants there too?
Not sure about that.
I grew up in the countryside, so I was familiar with the smell.
This poem made me a little weepy. I wasn’t expecting it. Perhaps the day on which I read it, but thank you regardless.
Oh my word. You just won Favourite Poem Award (says me). I love this.
I love when I win awards š