Two more acres to plow today
But 'tween the rows she did lay.
She dreamed of stalks of high corn
Bushels of beans and peas–
All alone and far along–and
the sun off distant canon gleamed.
She gave birth in the field
and lay the infant 'tween the rows.
There he kicked and squealed
with dirt twixt his tiny toes
She buried the afterbirth
using only her callused hands.
She hurried, and worked
a shallow sanctuary in the land.
Cooing to her child,
clicking to the mule
she raised again the plow
and sweated on past the noon.
Two more acres to plow today.
'Tween the rows the baby lay.
Augustus / Folsom, LA / December 2016
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True they are, great write
Thanks Tony . I believe you said you farmed, so I thought you would enjoy it.
Welcome, Yes I do farm
wow I really enjoyed this one.
it's a hard knock life. I salute you! ww
Thanks, and at ease.
I liked this very much, Augustus. Makes me even more grateful for the life I have today. Perfect picture to accompany the poem!
I had another photo that showed rough arms and hands on the plow but it was from a non-copiable site. I liked this one too.
Worked perfectly well. Excellent feeling I got from this poem🙂
Beautifully written - I was drawn in right from the start.
Thanks for reading and commenting
What an absolutely wonderfully written piece! I enjoy history and so I really enjoyed reading your poem. Great picture to go with it!
Thanks Chrissy. I was worried the afterbirth was a little over the top.
Utterly brilliant
Love it....
Well I don't know bout brilliant but thanks for reading and commenting.
I think it is, I could
Almost see the history
In it... the struggle in
Days gone by
Thanks again PHR. I was thinking about the US civil war.
Amazing..absolutely brilliant piece of writing!!!I really enjoyed reading
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