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The sad farmer

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by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

Love was lost when the farmer’s bride took ill.
One dark night she rolled over in the sheets
took her last breath,
and abandoned
their lives
together.

There, in the light of the fireplace
the depths of that sod buster’s despair rose
from the soles of his feet
to his aching head,
reverberating a voice
of a cynic 
 pleading:

This valley is tainted with indifference;
no one came to help;
the sheriff is dishonest;
the preacher full of pride;
settlers here stand
for no genuine
decency.

How he thirsted for fairness
from the unforgiving winter,
where minutes are not counted
from daylight to twilight.
And when rains fall,
they blackout the stars
with loneliness.

Now freed from obligations she had made,
every breath brings him closer
to the center of the earth
where he must lay
her frail body
in permanent
repose.

Afterwards, the sad farmer put on his hat,
climbed on his horse,
and rode down the trail
towards the place where he was born,
as one last cold wind 
tumbled over his heart.

Copyright © 1960-2016 Lawrence J. J. Leonard  All rights reserved

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