Two Farmer Boys

April 11, 2010
By Joseph123 PLATINUM, Paris, Other
Joseph123 PLATINUM, Paris, Other
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It’s spritzing sullenly.
Grey clouds cover the sky.
It’s dark in Ephrata. Cold…

Of course, it’s Lancaster weather.

Memories of the warm, folding fires,
the smell of soft scrapple, of apple butter, drains.
Now, pure raindrops fall on my eyes,
I put my hand in his.

We sit under the arched arms of an old oak.

The struggling light of day
falls across his beautiful face,
right like angel light.

The blood of his wound ebbs on the buttercups.

We lay here, shunned from home,
In the dark. In the cold.
It wonders me why people hate…

But I can forget the past now, and live for the future.

And I look to where we are headed—
I watch the sun coming to rise in the horizon.

The author's comments:
I was in the states last summer, and have always been intrigued by this story cultivated in my heart about two boys from rural Pennsylvania, perhaps from an Amish area, who love each other, and, being from a conservative community, run away so they can be themselves.

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Shahed GOLD said...
on May. 10 2010 at 6:11 pm
Shahed GOLD, Tulsa, Oklahoma
16 articles 2 photos 350 comments

Favorite Quote:
"People are like tea bags, they don't realize their own strength until they're dropped in hot water "
“People are often unreasonable and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives. Be kind anyway."

Very creative!!! keep up the good work!!


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