A day that Phil found discouraging,
A neighbor drove down and honked.
A mountain man type,
With a grizzled beard well down his chest.
He volunteered once to help Phil build our barn.
We saw him that day and not since.
Country neighbors don’t see each other often.
Where the cows grazed, the wood fence had a broken slat.
Two of our calves had escaped
And were standing in the road.
Our neighbor came to find us,
And when Phil hobbled out with some boys
To go and try to round up and repair,
Jerry was there with a board and some nails,
A precious country neighbor.
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