January 28, 2012

  • Plan The Long Walk

     I have felt the ache of hard work
    the dull bore of endless rows
    I can erase the remaining harvest from my thoughts

    feel the dirt

    Only on bent knees and back and cramped neck
    Can I peek up to see the horizon
    The sun tells me the time
    the cool breeze my rest
    Warm water from my belt quenches my thirst
    but stirs my empty stomach
    Silently I work only for Saturday’s pay
    and Sunday’s short afternoon. 

    I plan the long walk

    There will be no kindness of strangers
    And only uncertain rides
    I will go home and hope it will be there.

     

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