Metamorphosis Poem by Charles Hancock

Country girl staring at the ceiling light
Softly scratching an old mosquito bite
Young hands so calloused and tanned
Praying that her parents will understand

Longing for a life without mud boots
Willing to forego the family roots
Can't wait to cut the apron string
Not content with the farming thing

Coming of age in rural America
Not every generation is a replica
Traveling gravel roads is so absurd
Wants a little Cape Cod in a suburb

Gouged out a plan during the night
Figured a way out of her plight
College would certainly set her free
Work nights while obtaining a degree

A Scholarship, grants, and a loan
Key to finding her Rosetta Stone
Four years and this rustic life will be alien
All with hard work and using the cranium