A  LABORERS'  REST    2013     Meg Devlin Irish
( Memories of Wolcott, Vermont)

Fresh baked up bread from the oven
toasts up the best come late mornin'.
The loaf set on wood sill for teasin'
your boot steps to porch boards a creakin'.
Daybreak has long since past
while you've labored away your breakfast!

Fresh cut hay laid early Autumn,
rakes up the best well past mornin'.
The lazy sun, east - west reclinin',
a brief rest assured in it's timin'.
Daybreak has long since past
while you've labored away your breakfast!

Fresh news, a nor' easter's comin',
testing a man a chilly mornin'!
As sure as the roof needs a patchin',
and the wood needs splittin' and stackin',
daybreak has long since past
while you've labored away your breakfast!

Fresh tea from the kettles' a warmin'.
Daydream me back early mornin'.
The moon on our bedpost soft glowin',
our bodies entwined, even knowin',
daybreak will long be past
while you labor away your breakfast!