The Pitch Fork

December 7, 2010
By mbarnes BRONZE, San Antonio, Texas
mbarnes BRONZE, San Antonio, Texas
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As you can tell our marriage life is dreary—

I despise looking at this boring portrait

Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong time period
Dull farmers clothes have never really have suited me

But my husband insisted on wearing Sunday black and white attire

And carrying a pitch fork to illustrate what a hard working farmer he is

If I were even allowed to have a word in our marriage
About something as simple as a portrait

I would have worn a bright yellow sundress and my hair down

Attempt to escape the tedious life that I really have living on a farm
I want happy smiles and my husband’s arm around me
Rather than him holding a rusty pitch fork and standing in front of me

And then maybe he would notice me.

The author's comments:
This poem was the wife's point of view in Grant Wood's painting "American Gothic".

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