The Photo

Recently at an office Where they check my ailing heart While thumbing through a magazine A photo set apart The timeless snapshot black and white I couldn't turn the page Through watering eyes I looked back To those innocent childhood days It may have been, void of color But certainly not to me Trees were green as springtime grass Skies as blue as seas Rows and rows of fluff white cotton With workers in the field Hand sewn sacks across their backs Most generally overfilled What one couldn't see was clear to me Sensations that I felt I closed my eyes released my mind My heart began to melt Bleeding fingers, unbearable heat Eye burning salty sweat Those moans of hymnals while they worked Things one does not forget Raised in the country in my youth Those fields were all around We'd ride our bikes and watch them pick We loved those soul felt sounds Easily, that photo Could have been, taken by my mother Come to fetch us home to eat Me and my big brother original poem by Daniel Turner "poemdog" 2013