Grandpa's Farm Poem by R.Benjamin Abate
Grandpa's Farm
I walk along my
Grandfather's farm
In Michigan-
My mother's home
So unlike my own-
Chickens singing
For the reaper-
Cows mooing in
Concentration camp
Love-
Pigs snoring
Because they're
Always sleeping-
'It's a lot of work'
My Grandfather says
As he takes a sip of
His whiskey bottle
Monday, April 22, 2013
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4/17/2024 7:58:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I love it when a different world comes to the page like this as it reminds me there are other ways of life as I dwell in my little terraced house in a suburb of London.....come and read my poems about London ;)