oskar hansen


Furrows Of Life - Poem by oskar hansen

The narrow way leading up to the farm from the main
road had a gate, so cattle could not wander off on to
the main road getting. The way had three furrows two
caused by narrow cartwheel, and one- much wider- from
the horse´s hoofs. Deep furrows meant a hard-working
farm. The landscape was flat and often windy and on my
way to school I tried to walk where the horses had trod
the soil was softer there and the horseshoe patterns told
me if it had been a small or big horse that last had pulled
a cart here and if the load had been heavy
A knowledge that was totally useless and I often wonder
why I remember it so clearly, like a black& white photo.
Lately I have been remembering these ways and its users
I often think if there is a message here I have overlooked.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 29, 2013


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