2 March 2002 | Vol. 2, No. 1
The Farm Sang for a Minute
fourth in the magnetic poetry series
Remember dad mad as a snake about
growing corn broken storm windows
and the farmhand who put wildflowers
and mirrors all through the barn
He whispered a song about spring in mom's ear
She laughed like a butterfly
I cried the night he left
Dad silent in the morning
the Truth etched in his brow
I still miss the farmhand
and the place in the barn
where cats give wet birth
About the author:
Shelly Reed writes in Norwalk, Iowa, where she enjoys regular silence. Her work appears extensively online and in print, nationally and internationally. Recent poems appear or are scheduled for appearance with Comrades, Sometimes City, Wilmington Blues, and 2River.
For further reading:
See the complete list of work by Shelly Reed at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 2, No. 1, where "The Farm Sang for a Minute" ran on March 2, 2002. List other work with these same labels: poetry.
