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The Farm Boy

amidst the green field
behind grandpa’s old brick house
lies a broken fridge,
unmindful of time passing
until my mom calls me home.

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Valerie Staton

January 27, 2019 at 7:22 AM

Very well written!

James Foulk

March 30, 2011 at 8:33 AM

i loved this poem, takes me back to my younger days. i see you have not posted any poems for a while, i like your style.

Andrea Dietrich

January 28, 2011 at 4:29 PM

Hey, where have you been Otsenre? I still love this poem here!

Kabuteng P.Ink K.

November 22, 2010 at 6:42 AM

This made me smile-- wonderful thoughts on childhood you have here -- and I sure was wondering whether you were Pinoy? Are you? Since you figured out my jejemon write so well-- and then I read down below and read you are Ernesto! You sure got me-- clever way of reversing your name-- it looks so cool too! Thanks for dropping by my poems, I hope to read new ones from you too :) --nikko :)