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