Blessing or Curse

May the rain, fall soft upon your fields,
I’ve heard the Irish say.
But, as I watch it fall again,
enough, is enough, I say.

And may the wind, be at your back,
is another thought of their’s.
But, I just heard the oak tree crack,
and it gave me quite a scare.

But, if the road should rise, to meet me,
then I will truly fret.
For concrete has, but little give,
grab the family, and the pets.

And, if I am gone an hour,
before the devil knows, I’m gone,
I’m sure, that she will find me,
and, it will not take her long.

Jack Downing
May 2009


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Hearth and Health are wonderful things and if you're without either such sorrow that brings So I cannot express enough thanks to my Lord and to my family and friends for the support you afford! ~Jack Downing~
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