C H Sund

(5/17/51 / Wahpeton, ND (USA))

March of the Wheelchairs


In Dakota land lunch is dinner
and dinner supper while lunch is lunch,
as traditions from farmlands go.

Now breakfast is at 6, lunch at 9
dinner at noon, lunch at 3
supper at 7, everything timed.

Day in and day out, better not be late.
Weather fickle, eating ain’t!
Farm traditions, genetics ‘grained.

No surprise, nursing meals,
wheelchairs marching, internal time,
largo moves, staccato fades.

Day in, day out…they’re not late
Wheelchairs marching, marching in
farm traditions, genetics ‘grained.

Weather fickle….eating ain’t!
Hope God keeps the schedule,
or has… a special dining hall.

As these Wheelchairs… arrive

Submitted: Tuesday, September 30, 2008

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