Crop of Moles
By George W. Clever-----1 March 2017
Scratch my skin
Underneath you will find a farmer
Still growing crops in my 80th
What kind of crops you ask?
I’m growing moles
No, not the kind of critters burrowing in the ground
These are bumps on skin turned black red or brown
To my surprise moles appear in different sizes
A new one seems to show up each day
Went to a doctor to learn the cause
Just excess pigment I was told
Had’em since you were young
Showing up now you are old
Doc checked my face back and
Look for cancerous ones he did advise
They can be removed I was informed
Harvest my crop
I’ll see if they can be sold
My grandfather’s face was covered with moles
Goodbye kisses were
Found his clear face place as a kid
Guess he passed moles on to me
Will give them all to my children’s grandchildren for free
Bright Colored Beads
Trade for pumpkin corn or beans?
You want Boroughs of Bronx and Queens
No trade for plain white beads
Need a place for your woven chairs?
Trade fur from deer fox and bears?
Took seats apart made a loop from chairs
Men in iron hats say all land theirs
We cannot trade
what is not ours
Not land nor sky nor stars
What shines and sparkles in your chest
Power cloth beads of red we guessed
Yes! trade for isle of Mahattes now best
it a trade to own or lease to use? NAs check the fine print.
I agree with Jennifer about the "Moles" poem: I love the last line. And, although both are poems, I truly feel like I am reading a story.
This made me smile especially the "Will give them all to my children's grandchildren for free" you see it with some and soon with their children.
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George, Idealism killed by shot of fact. Clark
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George, This is a fascinating article. Clark
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