cyanpoet - A Hair-raising Day

My passion for the land is vital and real,
As a child, it held my appeal,
I bonded with the cattle in an astonishing way,
Content to watch and care for them day after day.
To me this exciting all consuming task,
Was diligently performed over acres of grass,
Acting on orders to disconnect a fence,
They omitted to say, it was an electric-defense.
Racing through paddocks and over hills,
I saw the fence and I remember still,
The jolt of electricity on an icy morn,
Charged through my body as lightening in a storm.
Lucky for me, the farmer found me there,
Flat on my back, gulping in fresh air,
I still enjoy the land, it’s the place for me,
But I now have a healthy regard for electricity.

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