UNEMPLOYMENT
by HGW III
Sausage sizzling on the grill,
Hash brown potatoes, hot corn pone,
Hungry men consume their fill,
Remembrance of a country morn.
Biscuits floating in a sea of gravy,
Like ships of Nelson's navy;
Cups of black coffee steaming,
Idle oilfield workers dreaming.
Now the sun has chased the dark,
The air is warm and sky is bright;
The idle men go to the park,
There to sit and wait the dark.
Note: the picture is random, of an oil worker, from East Texas. As always, work on this site is original and subject to all copyright laws.
1 comment:
That is a good poem you wrote.
Secretia
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