Piquancy of Poetry
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Poetry from Sussex in Delaware. Poetry to pique the imagination of 21st century men and women.
Hands in the Field/Fields of melons
Red tomatoes in view/We’ll pick under the blazing sun
Straw hat to shade my pate/Skin tanned dark, turned leathery
From years of work, in summer heat/This job sure as hell, ain’t neat
Before the sun stands high/In the noon sky
I’m weary, beat/No water or cola can quench
My thirst from the dusty, dry/Sweat like a pig
Smell like one too/Twenty-five of us
Empty baskets piled high/At row’s end
Three hundred acres/‘til we’re done
No wonder my back/Creaks, aches
I feel like a trained ant/Pulling the fruit from the plant
To myself I begin to ask/Lord,...More >
Hands in the Field/Fields of melons
Red tomatoes in view/We’ll pick under the blazing sun
Straw hat to shade my pate/Skin tanned dark, turned leathery
From years of work, in summer heat/This job sure as hell, ain’t neat
Before the sun stands high/In the noon sky
I’m weary, beat/No water or cola can quench
My thirst from the dusty, dry/Sweat like a pig
Smell like one too/Twenty-five of us
Empty baskets piled high/At row’s end
Three hundred acres/‘til we’re done
No wonder my back/Creaks, aches
I feel like a trained ant/Pulling the fruit from the plant
To myself I begin to ask/Lord,...More >
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