Praying For Some Rain

We were up ‘fore the sun
Before the rooster’s crow,
To gather the hen’s eggs,
To feed and seed and mow.

We had so many chores,
There wasn’t time for play;
“Manure smells like money,”
My daddy used to say.

House was always dusty,
No grass grew in the yard.
Instead we grew veggies
Like beets and beans and chard.

We had a dog or two,
But they weren’t kept as pets;
They worked as hard as us
To help us pay our debts.

We had no fancy clothes,
No ribbons in our hair.
Ribbons were for the pigs
Who’d won the county fair!

We’d work the whole day through,
Pulling weeds, milking cows,
And caring for the mule
Who would pull our old plow.

The days were hot and long,
We saw our share of pain –
Like when we lost our crops
Due to a lack of rain.

“There is always next year,”
My momma used to say,
“We’ll get by regardless.”
And we have to this day.

“Cuz God blesses farmers,
The stewards of the earth.
He rewards sacrifice,
He glorifies their worth.”

And I can still hear mom
When I walk ‘tween the rows,
And I appreciate
The life for us she chose.

Cuz there’s nothing better
Than seeing hard work’s gain
And watching the clouds form
When praying for some rain!

© 2014 The Poet Darkling™

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Published by: The Poet Darkling

The Poet Darkling is an award-winning poet, lyricist, author, editor, and freelance writer. She is currently working on her fifth poetry and monologue anthology, as well as her memoirs. In 2013, The Poet Darkling had the distinct honor of writing an introduction and closing poem for the short story anthology, “Broken Spokes along the Way,” by author Vance R. Farrell. She is also an esteemed member of several writer’s groups, including Writers-Network, and All Poetry, and was featured in the All Poetry anthology “Rewrite Sunlight” in 2017. Born in Chicago, Illinois, The Poet Darkling currently resides in Northeast Tennessee with her family, her pet black widow spider (whom she calls “Walter”), her imaginary muse (whom she hasn’t named), and her many diverse personalities. Since her childhood, The Poet Darkling has survived all manner of physical and sexual abuse, as well as mental illness, drug addiction, and long-term homelessness, and her poetry reflects this. With a steady voice, diverse subject matter, and the singular intent of helping others not only survive the darkness, but thrive there. The Poet Darkling appeals to a wide range of readers. She speaks for the traumatized soldier, the weary mother, the confused teen, the abandoned senior, the disenfranchised minority, the serial killer, and anyone who has suffered heartbreak, addiction, abuse, mental illness, and even the sting of death – and all in perfect rhyme and meter…or not. Following her own doctrine of “Live first; learn later,” The Poet Darkling is currently working on her M.A. in Creative Writing/English, with a concentration in Poetry at Southern New Hampshire University, where she also earned her B.A. in Creative Writing, with a concentration in Poetry and a minor in Professional Writing, graduating summa cum laude in 2017. The Poet Darkling is proud to be a member of the Sigma Tau Delta (Alpha Pi Psi) and Alpha Sigma Lambda (Sigma Psi) honor societies. When she is not writing, or plotting her bid for Poet Laureate of the United States, The Poet enjoys talking to herself, wandering around aimlessly and poking dead critters with sticks.

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