sometimes he sat and thought

19 Jun

my father was a poet

and didn’t know it

sometimes he sat and thought

but mostly he just sat

out on the front porch pipe in mouth

what is this crazy world all about?

thinking about long hot days

sitting upon a tractor

so much more work to do

can’t relax till suppertime

as dusk falls and everything settles down

and he can think about what is what

and what is not can take care of itself

there isn’t anyone in this world better than me

he thought, but he was quick to add

he wasn’t better than anyone

dog running through the yard

bird chirping in the tree

it all amounted to the same thing

for my father who sat on the front porch pipe in mouth

sometimes thinking

oftentimes not

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