Unanswered Prayers
A pictureque
faded red barn,
sun-stained
and time faded,
reposes amongst shady verdant poplars
with natty squawking
chickens
running beneath,
chased by a
ginger-haired boy
In riveted
scuffed denim overalls,
in a cloud-studded
breezy scene
encompassing
a white clapboard
farm house
festooned inside with
gingham on windows
that
overlook vistas of tall corn tassels
with fat
crows
roosting in
field boundary bushes
to no notice
of lazy cows
grazing in adjacent
pastures.
All parts of
a pastoral picture
on an old
farm bureau calendar
tacked up on
a grimy gray wall
inside a linoleum
floor kitchen
part of a
shack next to the coal fields
in rural
Pennsylvania
where a work
worn woman
in raggedy flowered
chenille robe
irons her
one “good” dress
which she
will wear to her
only social
outing at Church Sunday
where,
amongst her too loud
“Hosannas’,”
she will pray for a day
when that
farm would be real.
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