Homecoming - A Poem

Colorado near the headwaters of the Arkansas River

Homecoming

If you were lucky enough

To be raised

With your hands in the soil

You never forget the lessons learned

When I came home from the war

It was summer

There were weeds where the garden use to be

I asked if I could plant a garden

I found the shovel by the shed and

Started turning the soil

One shovel load at a time

The labor and the sweat felt good

I thought of summers long ago

When Dad had the field plowed

And how much work

We put into this acre of soil

Hoeing rows of corn and potatoes

And pulling weeds

To earn a few dollars

Hard work, hot work

The taste of peas, right off the vine

Watermelon, sweet and Juicy

Pulling up carrots and beets

Digging the potatoes

Tomatoes, ripe and dripping

We ate them like apples

Pole beans, tall and strong

Onions and radishes and peppers

Working the soil

Brought me home

When I went away

And couldn’t find my way back

It is what I miss most

About yesterday

What I remember most

Today

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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

I grew up in Iowa where everyone had a large garden. Our next door neighbor used to go out into his garden, pick a ripe tomato, lick it, and then salt it with the shaker he carried.

When he saw me watching fascinated one day, he let me pick one, lick it, and then salt it with his shaker. When I bit in, the sweet, sun hot juices mixed with that salt and I was hooked for life. I was around five years old.

Smooth poem. I like your style.

Will


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Youngcurves19 5 years ago from Hawaii

Very great poem! i love the picture also so beautiful ^_^


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Gypsy Willow 6 years ago from Lake Tahoe Nevada USA , Wales UK and Taupo New Zealand

Another awesome poem. I could feel your "lostness" in this.


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GNelson 6 years ago from Florida Author

2uesday,

Thanks for the comments. I don't think most people know how hard it is to come back. Doing something normal again.


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2uesday 6 years ago from - on the web, I am 2uesday.

I can relate to this poem working on a patch of land and seeing things grow there - it is difficult to define what is special about it but you have done so in this poem. Thank you I enjoyed reading it.

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