Poem #1

It’s time to go to the field

so we strap in,
grab our weapon of choice.
“Look for button, milk, or pig weed!”
you calmly beller.
“Do pig weeds look like pigs?” I asked.
I squirt what I think are weeds
but
being a virgin in the bean riding world,
I hit mostly beans which bring in money
we’ll never see.
I try to shrug it off like
I know what I’m doing.
Then I miss one and think
“too bad”
until you stop and
put the John Deere in reverse
and squirt it yourself.
You throw ‘the look’ my way
my cheeks flush,
and I begin
to wonder if bean riding
will ever get any easier.


--By Sarah F.

FYI

I'll be posting all of my writing on this blog site instead because that way I can keep it separate.