Fighting rooster bright blue barrel homes
Litter the fields of the homestead farm,
Like trash fallen off a garabage truck ….

Fields that great grandpa tilled,
Took a clod of dirt 
Pressed it between his palms
Pinched it between his forefinger and thumb

Feeling–
What to plant
When to plant
Where to plant

To nurture; then, harvest
Feed the family
Feed the animals
push good life on…..

Never
Prostute the rooster
Never mock 
His beloved dirt.