I Remember Poem

I Remember Poem

A Poem by Mason Althouse

In August my dad lost his job

came home with his box in hand,

all his belongings stacked up.

A job could never define him,

he was more than a collection of items in a box.


In October we picked out our pumpkins

came home, gourds in hand

hay bales stacked up,

the smell of a campfire in the wind.


It felt calm for once

sitting, bumping up and down on a hayride.

the tractor crunching

leaves under the wheels

with a cool autumn breeze on my face.

© 2015 Mason Althouse


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Added on September 22, 2015
Last Updated on September 22, 2015