Poetically Yours - On the farm
Welcome to Poetically Yours. Poetically Yours highlights poets who live in the northern Illinois area. Today's poem is by Daniel Smith.
Smith is a retired dairy farmer whose poetry reflects his rural upbringing. His works are published in many journals. He lives on a Wisconsin farm with his wife Cheryl. The imagery in this poem might make you feel like you’re on a farm. It’s called “To Words.”
The first words to my ears
came low across the prairie
like rocks rolled
over plowed ground.
Uttered by German and Irish farmers,
filed to a point, pointing
to bad weather and broken machinery
and horses that could no longer pull.
Filled with dead furrows, headlands
and summer fallow,
of hoar frost, open heifers,
twisted stomachs and stillborn calves.
At the workbench, in the field,
out back of the barn,
I learned swear words
that never made it to the house.
There, men grew silent. Heads down,
they shoveled food like coal into a furnace,
red forearms placed before their plates,
never looking up, lost for words.
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