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A Mid Summers Subsistence Farm
A Mid Summers Subsistence Farm
David J Walker
The scent of the fast-coming dawns summer heat
A rush to meet the morning in a straw strewn barn
Morning chores on a subsistence farm
of scant moisture the dry air awaits
The mid-days unbearable blaze
Indiscriminately burning girls and boys bare feet
Tanning both arms and cheeks of a crop-shared
Existence farm An experience few would repeat
And anyway
There is nothing to do in town today
At least that’s what they say
When they yell
Get out of the Kitchen
Again
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