we planted
beans in crooked rows
dropped pieces
of potato in deep furrows.
Barefoot in
fields
we picked
okra and
pulled corn,
tied bunches of onion.
Barefoot in fields
we laughed
at the thrill of a tire swing
cuddled
kittens in a hayloft
raced bicycles
over green clover.
Barefoot in
fields
we sang
songs to a truck radio
ate tomatoes
juicy red against green leaves
raced to the
end of a row.
Summer
freedom is city luxury;
Barefoot in fields
farm girls
are early risers who know
sweat, sinewy
muscle, dirty nails.
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