WL Schuett

Not even the Mule

smoke rises from where 

we used to have a life 

where we raised our kids 

me and my resolute wife 

 

now no one was lost 

not even that stubborn old mule 

what was lost can\'t be measured 

the hand fate dealt was so cruel 

 

gone are the tractors , the saddles and bits 

shovels, rakes and all of the hoes 

next years seeds and this years hay 

trampled by fate , oh so it goes 

 

as that smoke drifted eerily up 

in the poignant hours of early dawn 

so we too shall begin to rise up 

start an honest rebuild , to carry on 

 

there\'s one thing we\'ve learned 

me and my passionate wife 

that\'s not to take things for granted 

in this fragile but wonderful life .