A polished oak chair in the hearth room
rocks silently on the knotted floor.
Keeper of the peace
at once steady and commanding
presides silently.
Children scuffle and momma
boils a stew.
Loaded with kindling,
a caste-iron stove
waits
for a light from the man in the
rocking chair
who stops swaying to
reach the book on the side table:
The Lone Ranger.
The Bird's Song 