This was for Earth Day and I was out and about for some of the day and well a thousand excuses, none of them good, as to why I did not ‘get’ okay… take the opportunity to post this as my poem for the 22nd day of  NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo.  It seems this year that I have been constantly one day behind on the posting.

The form challenge is the georgic.  A georgic?  Having looked it up and realizing that a) I’m not Virgil and never will be and b) that asking us to write a four book epic in one day is a little unsound let alone conceivable to my feeble best efforts, I went another way.

Settling on a pastoral sort of setting and what that makes for a person’s life and putting my own sort of a twist, I came up with Country Folk.  I hope you all like it.  Please be sure to comment and let me know.  Mahalo (thanks) and see below for the poem:

Country Folk
by Michael Romani

From Montana to Tennessee 
Across our great country
In the American Heartland
I hope you understand
It's the American farmer who feeds you and me
In this sweet land, country tis of thee

Living free and country born
In a land of potatoes and sweet corn
Eyes filled with love, so easy to recall
Gentle on the soul like Spring's rainfall
Country folk put their backs into their living
Plowing the soil under a sun that is unforgiving

But, come nightfall, they start to dance
Free form fiddle hoe down leading to romance
Lift a beer and raise a toast
If you need some love, they have the most
Country folk are good folk, these simple people
Live their lives in earnest while praying under steeple

(c) April 22, 2017 Michael Romani