Sue, thanks. Too many lefts?
I redid the end to this and did away with two:
Eventually, we finished enough so a good pull
with a spavin tractor could hank out the roots.
I was 10 and four months, you almost 9.
Pa hit the road the previous summer, no letter left
or received from him since.
The cartwheels went with him. Ma paid
us in pennies and nickels whenever she
could save a few coins from egg sales,
laundry, and bottle returns.
Where ever Pa is, I hope it's on the end of short shovel.
Dec Byron Sacre at: http://gardawg.homestead.com/gardawg.html... Writer's
Hood at http://www.writershood.com/... Poets for Peace.... ˇPoemas sí, balas
no!
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