tobaccy

listen to the fields we live on

and the tales we tell

country kids they call us

we just live the simple life

booze in one hand

cigarettes in the other, 

all we have are each other

we laugh and smile

grateful for the new day

cool crisp air

filled in my lungs 

along with the 

tobaccy

the wind through the trees

makes a sound we know by heart

our home anthem

we are the loyal children of mother nature

listening to the fields we live on.

Reviews

[cfix]

touching amazing write!
enjoyable read.

[Samuel Dickens]

You conjure a lovely image. Some of the old folks (older than me, I mean) used to say "tobaccy." I used to smoke, but quit almost twenty years ago.

[Intern'l Shultzfeather]

coolly insightful touch about the suck. The fields are full of allures into the blessings of the maniac galloping herd, you remind me.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

there is such a sweet wistful sensation of human innocence flying through the essence of your poem~engaging~ and smooth writing~ much enjoyed~

[L.u.c.a.s.]

wow very touching. "the wind through the trees.....know by heart" gave me chills. Write on!

[Christy Sargent]

Deanna,
Thank you for this lovely, lovely poem. I went to college in eastern Illinois near the Illinois farmfields. My first college roommate, Eloise, was a farmer's daughter. I got to go home with her on weekends. Another roommate's dad was also a farmer, a dairy farmer. He made it to graduation but had to leave immediately afterwards to go milk his cows. Her name was Peggy and for christmas she sewed me a satin-lined wool dress. It was cream-colored. I got to go home with her, too. I sat on the toilet in their only bathroom and put my feet, then legs and finally my bottom down into a big washtub...for my bath. Her mother made the B-E-S-T- black walnut cake in the whole world. Peggy and I did our share of drinking and smoking. It was such fun back then. Farm kids hold such a warm place in my heart. I understand the bond you have to eachother and to the land that is your fathers' farm. I love your writing Deanna. Please give us more. Christy