Cedar Posts and Barbed Wire Fences

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Cedar Posts and Barbed Wire Fences

He had a different way of looking at the land,
the trouble at hand
or any circumstance
that might just come along.

And while much in the world has changed
the pull of the mountains
and the range
for him has always been strong.

His back to the wind
he placed the last post
and at last
the day's work was done.

As the seasons changed,
the work got harder
but he still rose
with the sun.

The posts became heavy,
bails of wire he’d need some help
but he just pushed
himself more.

His back now ached
and his legs tired quickly
even his bed
made him sore.

Over the years
he’s always done his best
right up to the present tense,
and he measured his life in cedar posts
and miles of barbed wire fence.