Almost Home - Poem by Donal Mahoney
Rolling down the highway
from Chicago to the farm
Bill the barber’s almost home.
The ride is smooth until
his entourage leaves the highway
and draws closer to the farm.
There the road gets bumpy
as the hearse takes on Dead Man's curve
and goes past the farm to the cemetery.
The road is hostage to the weather,
cattle, plows and happy kids with
cane poles heading for the river
to hook the big one Bill missed
on his occasional vacations.
Bill loved that farm as a boy
but he had to make a living.
He cut hair for 50 years
and now he’s almost home.
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