Mind Not The Scotch Poem by David N. Munene

Mind Not The Scotch



Man bending over
Root on ground he pulls
Unearthed by Earth Mover
Chinese; he pulls
Bare hands hurt
He is still in his hat
Though sun scotches all
Even I beneath moving hall
Twists the root
Turns the Root
Finally he is able to uproot
Smiles as he wipes against his boot
Which lets out a whispering hoot
Counts his fortune; sets on foot

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