Teen Ink: Teen Magazine, Poetry, Blogs, College, Music, Movie & Book Reviews, Fiction
Subscribe to our magazine
Submit Work
 
Advanced Search
Article title:
Words within article:
Section of website:
Article appears on:
Author's first name:
Author's last initial:
Author's city:
Author's state:
Author's country:
    
Subscribe
Submit Work
Join Teen Ink
About Us
Teen Ink Store
Tell A Friend
Contests
beRED on AOL
Bulletin Board
Partners
Resources
Celebrity
Interviews
Advertise
Subscribing
Schools
Link to Us
Contact Us







« Previous Article Poetry Index Next Article »

Farmer’s Elegy
Grace K., Boon, MI

Rate this article:

Send your work

Email a Friend

Bulletin Board

Teen Ink Blogs



By Vivian B., Brighton, MI

Sometimes I think I can still spot you,
Staring off to the sunset, a silo dissolving into the horizon.
Can I still smell your tractor’s gasoline,
Melted into your skin roughened from work?
There’s a woman who still sees you every day,
Reading the paper and scoffing about the “No good liberals”
Or cleaning your pipe in the afternoon heat
Ashes littering the kitchen table around you.
Sometimes the fence starts to wilt in your enclosure,
Don’t blame the cattle for that.
I still remember the day you recycled them;
The shattered glass chasing the tires to the slaughter house.
It rained, and the corn was ripped out,
Exposing your concrete backbone
That now rests flat in the picture-covered funeral parlor.



« Previous Article Index Next Article »