The Digumton's Farm

The Digumton's Farm

A Poem by Adie Holler

She sits in her small art studio, alone. Her canvas is blank. Her hands are doing it again. Her hands are in control, again...

Her hands are old and worn now, they've seen better times. They look like a working woman been using them for years. She works and owns a farm in Virginia, with her six sons. Wilbur, they call him Will, Ted, Sam, Chester, Dug (spelled D.U.G.) and Jim. She's a widow now, been one for many years... don't seem like it to the boys though. They miss him some. She remembers him thru her brush strokes and knows she'll see him soon.

 

The farm started with William von Feuen in 1765, when the king still had control.

 

Better times. When von Feuen passed, he hadn't written a will. The farm was auctioned off for a small amount of money to the Digumton's from Massachusetts. It's her great-great grand daddy. They say it's history and that it is.. the farm was seized during the Revolutionary by the rebels but the boys fought 'em off. The Digumton's started growing crop shortly after the war, mostly tobacco, green and red peppers, wheat and the best corn this side the Mississippi. You don't want to hear about that though.

Her hands are old and worn now, they've seen better times.

 

A working woman, yup. A painting woman, yup.

She's been painting farms for years.

© 2010 Adie Holler


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Added on September 16, 2010
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Adie Holler
Adie Holler

Burlington, VT



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