Twenty-One Years Later

Twenty-one years later,

we haven't changed much.

We got married on our day off

and came home to tie tomatoes.

It was a hot day then too.

Yesterday he came home,

started the tractor

and cut part of the flat with the brushhog,

then worked on a rail for the new deck.

I cleaned house and started writing.

We remembered our anniversary today,

a day late but who is keeping track?

Marriage isn't about lust and presents

although both are nice fringe benefits.

It's more about pulling in harness,

working and living together,

and making sure the bills are paid.

Twenty-one years later, the love apples are thriving

with daily watering during the dry spells.