Michael Pruchnicki


Blue Collar Guy - Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

Imagine a burly guy in denim jacket
capbill shadowing busted nose
hairy mitts gripping coffee mug

sitting at a table in the Union
on the campus in Hyde Park
gazing with wonder at a girl

seated opposite him
bright-eyed and fresh
in sweater and jeans

I thought then of my father
a man who had toiled
a lifetime in the mills

so that one day he might
visit one of his children
on a university campus

He was a blue collar guy
who never read poetry -
his life was an epic!


Comments about Blue Collar Guy by Michael Pruchnicki

  • Rookie Carolina May (3/5/2008 10:02:00 AM)

    'so that one day he might
    visit one of his children
    on a university campus' - Beautiful

    and I love the ending. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 5, 2008



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