Watching Amos Plowing With Horses

“Howdy Amos”, “Howdy Seth”, without a glance. Amos t’aint much for words as he stares straight ahead His gaze as straight as his furrows. Amos is what you might call a “deep thinker”. I watch as he bounces up and down on the plow hitch The bells on his mighty Percherons jingling with each practiced step As they perform their timeworn ballet with Amos their choreographer. I wonder what Amos is thinking and then I remember our last conversation. Did I say Amos t’aint much for words? Well, it seemed as though his “word dam” had finally overflowed As he told me about the girl he met At the Limerick Town Hall dance last Saturday night. He said he watched the most wonderful girl in the world dance with every guy Who was standing in line for their turn listening To the out-of-tune piano player and drummer Who called themselves the Limerick Two. During the band’s first break, she came over to where Amos was sitting. Smiling, she introduced herself as Irene from just down the street. Amos didn’t disappoint her because, as usual, he was at a loss for words, But he was a “deep thinker” And he was thinking she was the most beautiful girl in the world. “Would you like to dance?” She asked. Amos just nodded his head. Amos was the last guy she danced with that night As Irene's waiting line kept getting longer and longer. Amos said his feet didn’t touch the ground as he walked home To West Newfield late that night. Amos t’aint much for words, But when he speaks, his words, though few, are poetic. As I watch Amos plowing with horses, I know what he’s thinking. He’s thinking about next Saturday night and his first dance with Irene. I turn my back and continue my journey, The sounds of the great Percheron’s bells fading in the distance As Amos continues plowing with horses and dreaming of Irene.