Sing "to work to work,"the hungry babes must be fed.
He marries the soil.
Child with no mother
learns to shoulder mothering
the crops on the land.
He sings in the fields,
blows snot in the dirt.
He battles the land,
bugs and pests and government.
He calls for a truce.
His white flag waving,
he emerges from the loam,
feeling he has failed.
He trades in the plow,
receives books and a backpack,
a powerful pen.
He sings now of peace,
of love for all humankind.
He's friend of the birds.
In his chair (I hope)
he breathes sighs of contentment
for all he has done.
8 comments:
Good timing! I just posted a blog about my Grandma! There is so much to say I think I should do more. (I'm assuming you posted about a family member and not someone else's Grandpa.) I'm glad you're posting again because I've been checking regularly!
Wow. That is beautiful. I hope you shared that with him.
Now I want to know more about him!
So sweet. What an interesting life he has led, I wonder what he would have done if he hadn't come from a family of farmers. While on the subject of your grandparents, at Christmas time this year for some reason when I saw your Grandma Tash I got teary-eyes. Now that my grandparents are all gone there is something emotional for me about older people in M-F. And she is one of the sweetest ladies I have ever met.
Chills. I get it. :)
beautiful ally...such a kind tribute.
This is beautiful, Allyson. I would not be surprised if Grampa found a way to print this off and read it to everyone who will listen! :) I know he will cherish it. I only wish I could write poetry, or haiku, but I'll leave that to you and grampa. ;) Anyway, beautifully done, and a perfect description of a deep man. I especially liked the "blows snot in the dirt" part; brings back such memories ...
Beautiful, sister. Humorous, yet poignant and deep. I love it. I know Grandpa will appreciate it.
-alicia
Oh, I like these. Nicely done!
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