Friday, May 1, 2009

Daddy's Bones

I am a farmer,
an Oklahoma man.
A man who has seen
the dustbowl and famine.
I held two hungry children
while their mother was sick.
I cried the tears
of a lonely man,
a broken man,
too empty to give,
too proud to take.
And I held, I held
and I prayed.
For in that dust blew my Daddy's Bones...
in my eyes and in my throat.
I held, I held
two wailin' children
so helpless and hungry.
Aye, that day I saw myself...
and Daddy's Bones blew no more.

G.Hall (1977)

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