Old George from 867 by This Is The Glasshouse

I’m wondering
If you’re realizing
What you did for me

He was auctioning
Seven miles south
Of the city
A mare, three milch cows, five geldings
Among things

He was writing
At nineteen
He was teaching

In the desolate country
In the desolate country

Old George and me
Rode into Humboldt today
To buy two dozen eggs
Old George and me

I held your boots
In my hand
And I tied your shoelaces
Again

Dear everybody,
I've just dismissed the class, and will try to take it easy for a while.
I'm getting along alright so far, getting used to the country out here, with nothing to do but read and work. Yesterday; not mentioning today also, I was rather muddled up, not so much with the upper grades as with the beginners, as the school library doesn't have a guide book, which is necessary for teaching the Grade One reading. So far there are 34 pupils, including 6 beginners, the others might come later on, some on Monday. My batching isn't so hot, but I've managed to get along I bought 5 pounds of ham from Kaznowisky's and a few other things to keep me going. Tomorrow I'm going into town to see Mr. Murphy, and to get books for the pupils.
How is everything at home?, finished with haying or not? Kaznowisky is moving all the bailed cut and crop for feed, he has about 50 head for the winter and is short on hay and oats. I met the trustees the first day after school, they had been meeting in the teacherage and they seemed alright, one of them gave me some advice, and that is if I can't find work for the pupils, to let them outside to play ball.
This will be all for now
So long,
Michael

• Rock
• Canada