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Jolene Tackman Poem
Summers wheat
Do come and climb upon my tractor seat
And I will tell of skies that weep
Weeping so, across the brows of summer heat
Do come and climb upon my tractor seat
And I will tell of darkened forms
Forms that quickly bring and take almighty storms
Do come and climb upon my tractor seat
And I will tell of summer seed
Seed’s planted deep in likened rows
Rows that one day will give to gentle sweep
Do come and climb upon my tractor seat
And may your vision in memories seen,
The lives of men,
Who once did grow the summer’s wheat
Jolene
Copyright © Jolene Tackman | Year Posted 2017
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Jolene Tackman Poem
The snow comes down, the drifts rose up, the winds blew, the trees did not fall, for the forest held them. Like a Mother holds her children in the midst of a storm.
Copyright © Jolene Tackman | Year Posted 2019
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