Monday, April 11, 2016


I'm writing poetry this month with Mary Lee HahnKevin HodgsonSteve Peterson, and Carol Varsalona.

I'm grinning broad here leanin' 
against the bumper of the Chevy 
actually only a couple of hours before 
the hard rains drowned my young seedlings
that night i sat on the back porch 
sobbing like I did on the day my pa died.

what's  a 12-year-old boy 
s'posed to do without a pa?

the rivers on my cheeks
mixed with the rivers from the sky
and I couldn't decide whether 
I should sell the car and buy more seed
or pack the car and move to town
get a job with a real paycheck

what's a farmer
s'posed to do without a crop?

i'm still here,
me and my car.
we made it. 

another year.

(C) Carol Wilcox, 2016

1 comment:

Mary Lee said...

Isn't it fun to find the story behind the picture? You found a failed crop; I found a smashed bumper.