I’ve been too long in the hot Sun.

David Wakeling

I have been on this farm from boy to man,
I worked so hard without much of a plan.
It was my father’s farm but he grew old,
He was put in a home out of the cold.

I’ve been too long in the hot Sun
My mouth is dry, I think I’m done.
I can’t move my left arm or speak,
My left leg is paralysed and weak.

I haven’t been able to move for hours,
I was out harvesting cauliflowers,
This old farmstead and the rough dirt track,
They gave me life and they took my life back.

I’ve been too long in the hot Sun
My mouth is dry, I think I’m done.
I can’t move my left arm or speak,
My left leg is paralysed and weak.

I’ll rest here awhile I may be alright,
The sun will go and soon it will be night.
There’s my son riding over the hill,
This old farm will be his left in my will.

I’ve been too long in the hot Sun
My mouth is dry, I think I’m done.
I can’t move my left arm or speak,
My left leg is paralysed and weak.

 

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  • arqios

    Wow. Your now series of anecdotal poems make good material for Tropfest short films as well as collection tomes🙏🏻🕊️

    • David Wakeling

      Good idea. I get Speilberg on the phone.Thanks for your insight compadre

    • sorenbarrett

      Whether taken literally or metaphorically this poem bleeds sadness over being on one's own and no one noticing or even caring and whatever one has being passed on to one who is not there. The chorus adds power to the message. A fave

      • David Wakeling

        Thank you mi amigo.Your insightful critiques are always welcome and appreciated



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