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Texas Redneck

Contributed by Byrdie on Tuesday, 10th April 2012 @ 10:14:46 AM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems

Texas Redneck (Tractor Driver)

Hes not a whirl wind in the field,
hes not a devil pushing dust
in denim overalls with bib.
From dawn to dusk he knows of toil
and reaps the harvest in the fall.
Without this redneck, hunger stalks.

He looks for blooms but dry plant balks.
Hes not a whirl wind in the field
erupting sand in grains that crawl
across the land like reddish rust,
yet like a tea pot poised to boil,
he holds his tongues smooth spoken glib.

He stores his grains in poor mans crib
with knot holes where there feeds black hawks
who prey on barnyard rattlers coil.
Hes not a whirl wind in the field
but coffee buds admire and trust
this man who walks among the tall.

He fights the sand and tries to stall
the death of plants, but his ad lib
is apt to snarl abject disgust
as cadence cuss words code his talks.
Hes not a whirl wind in the field.
Hes just a man who turns the soil.

His tractor squeaks. It calls for oil
and pushes cost against the wall.
Hes not a whirl wind in the field.
Hes lost his shirt, ignores banks rib,
and sometimes limps on trails he walks
but he must bust the dried rains crust.

At last wee plants stand tall, robust
and choke new weeds til they recoil
and turn to white like blackboard chalks
while fruited stalks give reapers call
and scare crows dupe the ravens nib.
Hes not a whirl wind in the field.

Copyright © Byrdie ... [ 2012-04-10 10:14:46]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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