Too Funny Not to Share
Even when you live in an old house your whole life, it can still yield surprises about former occupants. And when you live in an old house, you’re always working on it. An ongoing project has been to add insulation, and the room we’re working on now had wallpaper applied to cheesecloth over rough cut old growth fir. So down came the wallpaper first, and Hangdog saw a folded up letter fall to the floor…
and this is what it said.
There’s always a first time!
I remember the first time I tried it,
I was only a lad of sixteen,
and she was far younger than I.
But more composed and serene.
I was eager, yet terribly awkward.
Uncertain to proceed.
But she seemed not to notice the hesitancy,
with which I prepared for the deed!
I was out at the barn I remember.
At the close of a lush summer day.
The evening was scented with clover,
and the fragrance of new-mown hay!
I remember she made no objections,
or showed evidence of alarm.
For I loved her and she loved me,
since first she came to the farm.
I recall I spoke to her softly,
as I cuddled her face in my hands.
And I saw the look deep in her eyes of a loved one,
I remember she moved closer,
the touch of her body warm,
as I slid my fingers over her throat.
She nestled her head on my arm.
Looking back on it,
Now I remember I stood while my heart seemed to spin.
With the thrill of the thing I was going to do.
Yet, I was somewhat reluctant to begin.
Her eyes serene, I thought to rebuke me – for waiting.
For being afraid.
And when old Tillie, the plow horse
looked over her shoulder and neighed.
Long later, I stood up uncertain.
And gazed long at the setting sun,
tingling with pride and yet shaken and aired.
To know that at last it was done.
I remember (it seemed hours later) how my heart
hammered hard under my blouse,
with the joy of a boy turned into man,
as I made my way back to the house.
Twenty years have gone by since that evening,
But I’ve never forgotten my vow.
The thrill and joy I felt as a boy,
on the day I milked my first cow!
I guess I’ll file this in family cow and farm life…