AT THE FARM
Just below my bedroom window
Clang
the calves
at the feeder
another youngen fed
pulls back
In the side yard
the chickens chattering
scratch the ground
Today
the last of the corn harvest
Excited
standing in the flatbed wagon
rumbling through the fields
the grain’s in the silo
with cobs in the bin
The workers gather
the dried stalks
livestock fodder
Scythes in men’s hands
breath visible
level the cold brown field
piling the wagon high
The slow up and down
as the progress goes
bringing the last
of the season’s crop
to provision
Did you experience this or dream of it?
ReplyDeleteHappened. I was very small, and it was the only time I remember Dad helping on the farm. The clang sound woke me that morning.
ReplyDeleteA great mind and memory!
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