Monday, March 24, 2008
Follow the Leader
Joe was on the second tractor, Molly headed up the hoe hands
the first time they went to the field alone.
A thankless job is hoeing, plodding on with thirst and sunburn,
your legs becoming achey to the bone.
I spied the small blue pickup swirling dust as it came homeward,
the hoeing crew all loaded in the bed.
Had a hoe cut off a dirty toe, a snake bite caused disaster?
A million questions whirled within my head.
I ran out back to meet them as they hurried up the driveway,
the portent in the air foretelling doom.
What happened? Who was injured? Is there anybody dying?
No, Molly only has to use the bathroom!
Cora Gail Trent
www.cgtrent.com
cgtrent@att.net
the first time they went to the field alone.
A thankless job is hoeing, plodding on with thirst and sunburn,
your legs becoming achey to the bone.
I spied the small blue pickup swirling dust as it came homeward,
the hoeing crew all loaded in the bed.
Had a hoe cut off a dirty toe, a snake bite caused disaster?
A million questions whirled within my head.
I ran out back to meet them as they hurried up the driveway,
the portent in the air foretelling doom.
What happened? Who was injured? Is there anybody dying?
No, Molly only has to use the bathroom!
Cora Gail Trent
www.cgtrent.com
cgtrent@att.net
