WORK
FROM DAWN TO DUSK
Poem for Today - Tuesday - October 21, 2014
THE MULE
Row after row
Com leaves broke
their spines
On my shoulders.
I leaned my life
Against harness.
I drew it
through
Fields, down
trails,
In timbered
darkness.
The corn leaves
Then turned
brown.
I dragged the
logs away
On washed-out roads,
And I became
afraid.
I tried the
ground for failure
With my feet.
I did not trust
The very earth
Which kept me
from falling.
I found no
treachery,
No pitfall; just
sun, time,
Dust, and at
last the night.
© Boynton
Merrill, Jr.
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