No place I’d rather be. Miss Freda’s Gettysburg estate Cattle acting …mysteriously! Canons shout! The battle cries! Cattle huddling Smoke filled skies. Lush green fields Terrified cattle! Calves calling mom. All cattle huddling. Crying out,the battle cry! Man and beast Death and cries. Quiet fields still The grass lands wave A bluebird is chirping Happy Birthday baloons Are on the porch waving. The Rebels yell! Canons and shouting! “Was pitiful she said.” Empathetic Freda. She’s 90 today! We lightened Freda’s weight Heavy on her this day. P.T worn out; She’s 90 today! A whispered happy birthday Parlor drapes still drawn Shafts of light on the carpet Whispers, Your birthday’s today. Roles topsy turvy, We care for YOU today. Been a mover and a shaker. Supervisor nurse. “Now, Freda is cared for.” I say. Switching gears: Care giver now cared for. “Just not fair! The cattle so scared!” Canon shots scream! Shaking the walls. “Pitiful sight,them all scared and all!” “Don’t cry Miss Freda, your birthday’s today!” “Will the little ones get trampled?” “It’s your birthday today.” Canon shots roar! Rebels are screaming! Light from the TV Seems like we’re dreaming. But…it’s your birthday today!
* There was a civil war reenactment going on over the hill from Freda’s farm on the 4th of July where the cattle must have been just as spooked stampeding as during the war in 1863! A birthday party and a war!