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The phalanx of titanic
trowels trail the tractor,
abrading the creek-laved
earth's loamy flesh.
In its wake, crows cascade
groundward to feast upon exposed
grubs, like a congregation
on covered-dish Sunday.
Afterward, the roiled soil
awaits the disc's laceration,
the harrow's comb, and
the planter's penetration.
© by Tom Hooker.
Used here with the author's permission.
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Tom Hooker was born and raised in North Mississippi, but he and his family have lived in Hendersonville, North Carolina since 1988. Tom has had short stories and poems published in a number of literary journals across the nation. His poem, “The Senses of You,” won the 2024 Mensa International Poetry Competition. Facilitator of the Blue Ridge Writers Group in Hendersonville since 2007, Tom is the author of a novel, Twenty-Five Angels, a novel co-authored with Gary Adler,The War Never Ends, and his
most recent, Year of the White Dog.
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Lori Levy:
Great alliteration and images.
Posted 03/27/2023 12:13 PM
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michael escoubas:
There's a lot to like in this poem Tom. I like it all, especially, "crows cascade groundward." I grew up in farm country of Central Illinois . . . I can relate.
Posted 03/27/2023 10:51 AM
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Sharon Waller Knutson:
Love the alliteration in this powerful visual poem. Favorite imagery: "trowels trail the tractor" and "congregation
on covered-dish Sunday."
Posted 03/27/2023 09:38 AM
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cork:
So much depends on the preparation.
Posted 03/27/2023 09:33 AM
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Joan Luther:
Powerful description! Ill never look at cultivating crops with lazy eyes again. Thank you for the amazing imagery
Posted 03/27/2023 08:48 AM
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Larry Schug:
Great use of sound and language. READ THIS POEM ALOUD.
Posted 03/27/2023 08:03 AM
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