antique horse drawn wagon
with big stop sign behind
along snowed path in morn
lone smoking smokestack
along road; old man & hoe
picture of amish community
long stretch of white fence
watching old wagons came by
everybody know everybody true
they stop work; wave to passing
where else you can find such
my community; nobody at daytime
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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