Poetry From The Heart by Barbara Ann Smith
The Life She Chose
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Her white hair and flowered dress
pokes fun at the sun and trees.
A puffy face,
shakes as she laughs
and swats bees landing on her forehead.
She fans herself with a paper bag,
points a fly swatter as she talks.
Her bare feet, calloused and swollen,
accents steps left in the paths.
She likes working the earth:
breathing fresh air,
the peacefulness of the solitude,
and holds onto the memories past.
This is a life she chose,
it's solitary to the Smokey Mountains,
the place she feels secure and content.
Shades her face with tired hands:
squints at a sliding sun, picks up a water bucket,
saunters down the path to the spring house.
She bends now and then
picking milkweeds from the trail
and disappears into the woods.
Her white hair and flowered dress
pokes fun at the sun and trees.
A puffy face,
shakes as she laughs
and swats bees landing on her forehead.
She fans herself with a paper bag,
points a fly swatter as she talks.
Her bare feet, calloused and swollen,
accents steps left in the paths.
She likes working the earth:
breathing fresh air,
the peacefulness of the solitude,
and holds onto the memories past.
This is a life she chose,
it's solitary to the Smokey Mountains,
the place she feels secure and content.
Shades her face with tired hands:
squints at a sliding sun, picks up a water bucket,
saunters down the path to the spring house.
She bends now and then
picking milkweeds from the trail
and disappears into the woods.
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The Life She Chose
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