Treasure Island

Benjamin Michael Clark

(06/22/90 / Mattydale, NY)

Grandpa's Farm


I walk along my
Grandfather's farm
In Michigan-

My mother's home
So unlike my own-

Chickens singing
For the reaper-
Cows mooing in
Concentration camp
Love-

Pigs snoring
Because they're
Always sleeping-

'It's a lot of work'

My Grandfather says
As he takes a sip of
His whiskey bottle

Submitted: Monday, April 22, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 23, 2013

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  • Ruth Walters (5/5/2013 5:40:00 AM)

    I love it when a different world comes to the page like this as it reminds me there are other ways of life as I dwell in my little terraced house in a suburb of London.....come and read my poems about London ;) (Report) Reply

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