Planting
written by: Robin McNamara
@thewindingroad1
In the fields
with your furrowed walk
The beanstalks grown
under the Mississippi sun
The sway of them in southern breeze
Planted with weather-worn fingers
and sinewy arms tanned
from the harsh noon
Time’s essential hours
for them planting
sacred like the good Lord’s Prayer
on a Sunday rest
This isn’t no Mark Twain story
but one of hard work and no time for books
by the swollen river with mouths to feed
Sweet scent of lemongrass and black-eyed peas
in the stove and them sweet potatoes
stir the nostrils with appetite
on Sunday, rest before
the dusky night lingering on the veranda
gives way to God’s new dawn
and them go planting again.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
This poem is loosely inspired by Mark Twain’s The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. About a journey down the Mississippi River.
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