Like Silent Laughter

Like Silent Laughter David J Walker I can still feel the cold water Cool my tanned skin usually drenched in the sweat of a hoe handle and the hot summer sun The above ground steel tank filled from The creaking efforts of a windmill meant to Quench the thirst of thirsty cattle The salt lick that became our diving board A rare moment of splashing laughter Rarer than rare the occasion of young cousins allowed to play for an afternoon as other children play in city park pools Very aware that We were the farm kids And would curse in bilingual blurbs the Profane adjectives accenting hard work I don’t remember who was winding and aiming The 8mm movie camera Capturing the moment through a lens that would Otherwise have been lost forever Documenting the silent laughter of Farm kids having fun the hard way In the New Mexico Summer sun