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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.”