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Skinning the Beast
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Though my mother stood back at the sight
The lamb braced to the hook and raised,
Limp body, hind feet now lifted to a height.
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Young child that I was, I was unfazed.
But mother just could not stand and watch
The lamb braced to the hook and raised.
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As Dad yanked on the rope another notch
And wrapped the rope tight around the tree.
But mother just could not stand and watch.
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So there was Dad, me and the lamb, us three,
While Dad adjusted the kill as it swung
And wrapped the rope tight around the tree.
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Taunt the carcass, work moves up a rung.
Begin to skin the beast, warming a hand
While Dad adjusted the kill as it swung.
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Mother simply does not understand,
That one such as me my farm skills excite.
Begin to skin the beast, warming a hand,
And Father guides me with pride and delight
Benita H. Kape © 17.4.2015
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