Bacca Life

Words about my child life

Bacca Life!

By: Woody Moore

 

Stumble in the dark while blinded by the beam.

The dew turns to sweat.

Another empty slide awaits.

Nose close to the shoe.

 

Swimming in green and yellow.

Once calling “come up.”

Now move the Farmall.

Pepsi and Little Debbie make it work.

 

Standing spread to two poles.

Dip past the shoe.

Lift heavy sticks.

Space for heat and air.

 

Heat dripping from the nose.

Soot covers like second skin.

Another “room” to fill.

Walk the logs one more time.

 

Walking asleep again.

A single bulb dangles.

The aroma fills the bottom.

Green has become gold.

 

Stripped and packed.

Sticks bundled again.

Tie the sheet, tuck in the cover.

Load the truck.

 

Listen to the song.

The singer calling the number.

Hoping for the right one.

New clothes for school.

 

Rake the ground.

Pull the plastic.

Take a break for the hounds.

Turn the page…

Author's Note

Just expressing for my own outlet.