When being, how many years later? <br />The same shadow on your wall it stands hard in work. <br />And at the center of your room travelling it has traveled, <br />which is long, the house, sits upon forty acres. <br />The mule by your side in and out of the room is my pet. <br /> <br />You hyperventilate when we come, I watch you breathe. <br />Calling out for you to obtain, together they whisper. <br />You it does not own at all. <br />The visitor it sees, <br />how it rises and plants go into the ground, cotton flags. <br />Which is declared to the sunny side of the hill which often it is. <br />We did not belong to you under any condition. <br />We were not found under any condition. <br />That was roundabout way but always we came when you called.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mule-and-forty-acres/
