This poem was inspired by a memory of a barn wall with figures and tag numbers of cows written on it. I remembered seeing the same thing on a barn wall on the family ranch.
The Bookkeeper
the books of the operation,
kept on the wall of the barn,
by the doctoring stall,
with a stub nose pencil,
year after year,
in a short hand,
all his own,
calves born, and sold,
no mention of the profit made, or lost,
not important enough for the barn wall,
machinery expenses kept on a work bench,
in the shed,
where the equipment stored,
along with the number of posts planted,
and barbed wire strung.
no figures on the salary paid,
for time spent working on the ranch,
a lifetime spent here,
priceless,
beyond pencil and pen.
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