February 6, 2007...10:34 pm
Girl on a Tractor…
Jump to Comments
I knew the names of all the cows before
I knew my alphabet, but no matter the
subject; I had mastery of it, and when
it came time to help in the fields, I
learned to drive a tractor at just the right
speed, so that two men, walking
on either side of the moving wagon
could each lift a bale, walk towards
the steadily arriving platform and
simultaneously hoist the hay onto
the rack, walk to the next bale, lift,
turn, and find me there, exactly where
I should be, my hand on the throttle,
carefully measuring out the pace.
Joyce Sutphen
3 Comments
February 7, 2007 at 7:58 pm
I am assuming this could have been true of Heather’s family, but you? :-)
Such nice and happy pictures of Mackenzie and your mother-in-law.
February 7, 2007 at 9:29 pm
This poem was read by my brother-in-law, Ryan Loewer at the memorial service for his mother (my mother-in-law). He connected the words and images of the poem to his images and memories of Onietta.
I posted it because I was thinking about her today.
I was thinking about her, about women, about gender, about language….
February 7, 2007 at 9:29 pm
How beautiful . . . may you have beautiful thoughts and memories!
Leave a Reply