Day In, Day Out

The man worked in the field,
As he had worked day in and day out.
‘Till something stopped the windmill,
And everything came to a halt.

The man tried, the tractor wouldn’t start,
The sweat fell burning in his eyes,
Could feel the sun through the hat,
His tools, to fix they would not suffice.

Went home walking under the heat,
To check inside his coffee can.
Couldn’t avoid feeling defeat
When saw nothing but coins.

The woman came to him silently,
Dried his sweat and tears with her hand,
Poured him water carefully,
And by him sat with a plan.

Making pies with the apples sour,
Once in the fields for birds and cows,
She sold her pies in over three hours,
And went back to help as he plowed.

Filled with the crickets, came the night,
When everything else was calming down.
In bed they held each other tight,
And love was spoken without a sound.