"I've always admired farm girls"
He said softly in his up North voice
As he watched me weed sling
the grass around the mail box.
Leaning against his finned, shiny Cadillac
With arms crossed
You could see the danger, the hunger
In his dark, depth less eyes.
He, verbally, admired my strength
And youthful beauty
Then offered me a ride
With promises to see his world.
He drove away quickly
When I approached with my weed hook.
He must have noticed
The lack of innocence in my farm girl eyes.