Small Minds Small Places Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

A small place produces small minds

I grew up on a farm near a village where the grocer
had a horse stable in the back.
No bars or restaurants but the farmer disappeared
for hours and when he came back I had to take
the horse out hitch it to the wagon and drive home.
He farted loudly and fell asleep but woke up before
we reached the farm, took over the reins and tried
to look sober only he tended to fall off the when
getting down. His wife said nothing but helped me
unloading, I have lived many places in many countries
Somehow on farmland and villages this despite
I like to live in a town and go to libraries meet people
and have deep talks about books and so on.
In the end, it is about shortage of money and we have
to live within its confinement