When I was a boy Jeffords cornfield
invited me into labyrinths of tall
yellow stalks and husks. Slithering
had a reason then. Jeffords shotgun
was full of rock salt and always
at his side.
He was a red faced
bad natured man who said
he would claim bad eye sight
if he filled your ass with salt.
Curiosity always overcame me.
The maze too compelling
for a young boy to resist.
Through the maze I crept
becoming one with the ground.
My heart ready to stop
and my breath still.
My legs ready to run.
Tall stalks silent in the Summer air.
If a leaf rustled or a crow cawed
I bolted towards home
as fast as I could go.
Jeffords aiming his shotgun
right behind me if only
in the wild shadows of my mind.
In a list
A contest entry
- Standing in the shadows by Just a poet.
1000 points, ended December 5, 2008, 25 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is a great story that bought a smile to my face at the images you planted in my mind....but what is it they say.."boys will be boys"
Congratulations on the well deserved bronze
Sue
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Excellent
I think I did this as a boy. Such memories it brings back.
Jim
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A terrific story poem, I love the whole of it.
Excellent finish is probably the strongest part for me.
Thanks for the entry
JaP
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Thank you for the bronze! and for the comment as well as the contest Congrats to all
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that is a scare thought, see that is why i never go in cornfields, that and that movie children of the corn, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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