| The first time that my sisters roots Really started showin'. Was in the spring of '75 At the college where she was goin'. SDSU at Brookings Is an ag related school. For would be farmers and ranchers Or any other kind of fool. At these kinds of schools Lots of livestock can be found. Along with pens and barns and sheds Scattered all around. Now, this day at home I see my mom An odd smile makin' her glow. My sister had just been on the phone She was distressed and feelin' low. See, right next to the campus Were some fields the college had. For raisin' feed for all the critters That moo'd, whinnied or baaa'd. Now in the name of management And trying to increase their yields. All the manure these critters made Was spread back on those fields. Most all winter long Back and forth the spreaders rolled. No one payed much attention As long as the weather did stay cold. But now just yesterday There came a nice warm thaw. Slowly a vapor rose from the field And my GOD it was raw! A smell to bring most city folk Quiverin' to their knees. Just sat there a waitin' For the comin' of a breeze. Mid-afternoon the flag atop The pole came to life. And soon that vapor was cuttin' Through the campus like a knife. Kids were runnin', holdin' their breath Tryin' to find some place. To escape that horrible smell That was hittin' 'em all like mace. And as for my sisters reaction To this air so foul and thick? Well, the only affect it had on her Was it made her sorta homesick ! Copyright ~ Alan Johnson |
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Copyright ~ Alan Johnson
