City Eraser

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Poems
Poem-story about a country visit.

Submitted: September 19, 2016

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Sinder-sneed the Millipede,

Eats ferns, and grass, and weeds.

Slowly he moves, making grooves

As he burrows through the leaves.

 

Now Billy-O the crazy Crow

Sits on the farmer's fence, today.

He scolds the figures out in the field,

Those Scarecrows that keep him away.

 

Then there's Bolt the farmer's Colt

That we can't catch, any old way.

He runs around the Farmer's meadow

Until he naps in the heat of the day.

 

Nana-Oat the barn-yard goat

Likes to hide behind the shed

And if you bend over, wham, it's over

She knocks you down with a butt of her head.

 

There is strange going on from morning 'til dawn

Out in the country, where the kinfolk live.

It provides spaces for exploring places.

And new things to do, it always will give.

 

So we travel out here, every year,

To visit family and share Thanksgiving.

Two weeks in this place tries to erase

All the sharp edges, from city living.

 

 

D. Thurmond / JEF 

09-18-2016

Rew. 04-04-2019


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