Below is the poem entitled The Fall of Biscoe which was written by poet
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Biscoe in the fall, in the cotton harvest, was unforgettable. Too much seems to have changed in too little time. I remember those summers before the fields became white sheets. When I was a boy, my father would sharpen my hoe and send me to them. Many afternoons were spent walking row after row of cotton, chopping down the weeds by hand, under a blistering Arkansas sun. It's hard to remember all the things I thought about out there alone in that white sea. Mostly, I remember thinking about how I'd rather be fishing down on Slippery Lake Bridge.
out choppin' cotton
dreaming of crappie and bream
caught in the sun's wrath
But summer was always over too soon, and I would miss that rich and musty smell. The change from summer to fall was also the change from choppin' cotton, to stompin' cotton. The farmers would drag their rusty cotton wagons to the fields with a load of kids. We waited impatiently for the first piles from the picker to be dumped over the side. Then we played football in the world's softest and smallest arena. We wrestled, we fought, and sometimes we just laid in our white bed of fluff.
out stompin' cotton
playful chores long out-dated
white falls forgotten
The monster hydraulic presses came to town somewhere in those blissful years to squash, not the budding cotton, but our budding hopes. They took away our work. They took away our fun. We no longer rode the rusty wagons from the gin. We watched in jealous anger while the press made a mockery of our free time. The crop dusters came soon after, and my hoe, with its' finely tuned edge, became dull ... while the keen edge of nostalgia grew ever sharper. Sometimes I find myself out on Slippery Lake Bridge ... thinking about choppin' cotton.
choppin' and stompin'
rusty wagons left behind
children in the rows
*this is my first attempt at a haibun, so all you good folks who can give advice ... feel free to be honest, as I don't really know what I'm doing ... and a question ... have any of ya'll ever stomped cotton?...haha