The corn was weedy, I was hot
And feeling very low;
I asked my dad if I could rest,
His quick response was, no.
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Indeed, what a lovely poem this is. Takes me back also. Enjoyed quite a few of yours. You may enjoy mine: Hand Haying. Thanks for your kind comment on Prolonged Sorrow. Adeline
Beautifully written, Joe, and I want to thank you for taking me back many years ago when I was taught how to hoe. Learning scale is not very hard when you learn in the manner of your poem. Just a great write. Your friend in poetry, Lynn.
What a beautiful poem Joe, What a God given talent you have.
How beautiful. Simply made my heart leap for the perfect analogy given here. The metaphor, contents, and message -all come together perfectly for a fine message. I've had to hoe the veggie gardens too. But am yet hoeing the garden of life. Thanks to your dad for this one.10