A four line poem about: the champion.
Kat and I finally got started with the cover crop seeds this morning. We got most of it done by the time our bellies began demanding lunch, and then the rain came around for a visit. Well, it rained here. Not so far up on the mountains it was snow.
It's only a matter of time now...
Battered, broken, bloodied, and bruised,
He emerges victorious;
He'll carry those scars to his grave,Isn't it all so glorious?