Found in the Backwoods of Ocala

June 24, 2009
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In those weekends at Ocala,
On the farm where papa leaned life,
I found a cat with sunset eyes,
only for mama to shove it out the door
of the pale blue minivan before we headed home.
I found an orange tree that was never ripe,
and a pile of sand that resided close to manure.
I found an old chicken coop my father built
and a greenhouse, where before granddaddy was sick-
Before I was alive- he cultivated the greatest flowers
in the tri-county area.
I lost a pair of socks, there, on that farm, but found the sensation
of sweet country grass between my toes.
I found the taste of water never purified by chemicals:
tangy and bitter and fresh.
I found the sound of my father’s childhood;
of learning how to get by on almost nothing,
and I found pride in quiet papa, who could leave
Poverty with his head held high and find Prosperity.
I found the taste of goodbye-and it was an awful taste-
when the sun would set on horses grazing,
and papa would wait in the car while I found
the courage to hug the man,
who wheezed and faltered with every step,
who was the reason we came at all.

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vballchick said...
Jul. 10, 2010 at 4:12 pm
OMG I luv it. I live in Ocala and it's beautiful here (for the scenery and that it's the horse capitaL of the world). My aunt and uncle live on a farm less than 15 minutes away with 4 beautiful horses and I luv to go there all the time and ride them through the pasture and look at the rolling hills and watch the train go by.
E.N.D This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 10, 2010 at 11:12 am
I really love this poem, especially because I'm from Ocala too! Keep at it!
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