"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.
17 comments:
Love that last verse!
That's fantastic, Gail! Worthy to be published somewhere. Outstanding job!
Ode to a farm chick...good job, Gail!
Have a super day!!!
Yeah for farm girls. We are a combination of beauty and brains with some muscles thrown in just for fun. You have some wonderful photographs on your blog. The one in your header is absolutely stunning. Thanks for sharing your talent for writing and photography with the rest of us. Blessings to you.
Well that was fun. I find peace in the road not taken--especially with danger boys.
Ooooh! You naughty girl, you!
Nice job, Gail!
~Lisa
I love that poem! You did a great job. We need to hear more of your poetry.
Ah not an innocent farm girl! What a fabulous write!
I love the twist in the last verse ~
I say she is a brave wise farm girl ~
Oh, this has a wonderful voice and I LOVE the ending. Nicely, nicely done.
Oh, Farm Girl ~~~ I enjoyed this!!!
I love the ending with his hasty retreat! Smiles.
Oh, this was a wonderful reread! I loved it the first time through and even better this time.
That's showin' 'em what-for, girl. When they cross their arms like that, you just know they mean trouble, and you were just the girl to deal with it! Yessss! Love it!
K
Love it!
well well.... the innocence that was left behind
Now... I wonder what you had in mind LOL
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