NoonA Poem by cas7787This is a poem I created from a flash poetry exercise. We were given a line from "The Post Man Always Rings Twice," and had to build from there.Noon By: Chelsea Dameron They threw me off the hay
truck about noon. Here it goes my journey into
the unknown. North, South, East, or West? I have to choose, I have
nothing left. Where will I lay my head? Will I ever find a bed? I’m starting over it feels
too soon, But they threw me off the hay
truck about noon. My feet are glued to this
dusty ground. How long can I stand here and
frown? I’m mourning what I left
behind, I have sure gotten myself
into a bind. I’m starting over with a
whole new life. Hopefully it will be one with
less strife. Where should I go? What
should I do? Damn that hay truck that
threw me off about noon. There is nothing around me
but fields of corn. I am so tired my body feels
worn. I need to force my feet to
move, To start walking and come
unglued. I have to suck it up and
carry on, Pick up my bags and move
along. I’m starting over it feels
too soon, But they threw me off that
hay truck about noon. © 2013 cas7787Author's Note
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