There's always ice on the pond,
up here in the high lonesome,
and there's always cows got thirsty
in the night, so
there's good that such a one as me
has to do,
or pregnant cows are going to die,
it's my duty,
breaking the ice on the pond,
that's pretty much all the good I do.
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How a body becomes
a burden, alone
above
the snow line,
below the tree line,
' always ice on the pond,
up here in the high lonesome,
- in January at the end of a tire track trail
alone, with no mind
to pay attention to, listen,
sometimes I think the wind speaks, sighing
such is not the case,
but low, listen,
those cows are about as content as cows can be.
And my waking up, and getting out of bed,
to break the ice off the pond, is all the good
I need to do, as ever
continues
with me in it.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 10:57 AM UTC
There's always ice on the pond,
up here in the high lonesome,
and there's always cows got thirsty
in the night, so
there's good that such a one as me
has to do,
or pregnant cows are going to die,
it's my duty,
breaking the ice on the pond,
that's pretty much all the good I do.
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How a body becomes
a burden, alone
above
the snow line,
below the tree line,
' always ice on the pond,
up here in the high lonesome,
- in January at the end of a tire track trail
alone, with no mind
to pay attention to, listen,
sometimes I think the wind speaks, sighing
such is not the case,
but low, listen,
those cows are about as content as cows can be.
And my waking up, and getting out of bed,
to break the ice off the pond, is all the good
I need to do, as ever
continues
with me in it.
The way you tell a story to yourself, some days, having one good thing to think, and nothing left to do... you can remember how come you to be necessary in this world...
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