Roast Beef
A
son at the memorial revealed
His
dad would milk eight cows on parents’ farm.
His
parents had gone out into the field,
The
cows in metal stanchions kept from harm,
Till
thunder and fierce lightning caused alarm.
The
lightning killed all of their cows that day.
His
dad survived ‘cause he had stepped away.
We
listened to the kinsfolks tell their tales.
A
storm approached and wind blew things about.
The
thunder rumbled and flags flapped like sails.
The
lightning flashed and some gave a sharp shout.
“We’ve
metal chairs,” I calmly pointed out.
The
lady next to me did raise her brows,
“I
hope we don’t end up like Daddy’s cows.”