"winter's Day"
“My Winner’s Day”
Walking in a winter’s wonder land,
Feet wrapped in gunnysacks, making tracks,
Eyes blinded by snow glare, “I‘m a man!”
In hand I carry my wood chopping ax,
Fervently looking for a Cotton Tail to wax.
My passion in a winter’s wonder land,
The snow is deep under gunnysack feet,
My thoughts address growing up to be this man,
A ten year old searching for something to eat,
The beans and spuds are near unto deplete!
A blue northern winter grips Arkansas,
To find a rabbit to eat would be such a treat,
No hope or time to wait for an early spring thaw,
The cold is penetrating my gunny sacked feet,
I tread on hoping this growling stomach to beat.
Walking in 1957’s winter wonder land,
A family to poor to pay even attention,
One day I’ll beat this oppressive fate’s hand,
So hurts my heart even now to make mention,
Though I know in heaven I have Love’s pension.
This story tells of my joy in the winter time,
Despite near frozen gunny sacked, feet,
I enjoyed winter, each minute was truly mine,
I found inner true self, though body near deplete,
Matters not was a bit short on something to eat!
For welcoming winter contest
In Honor of Carol Brown
Copyright © John Freeman | Year Posted 2010
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