An Old Man on the Hill

His journey continued Parking his car in a corn fieldWalking through the fieldReceiving occasional cuts on his arms and faceAs corn stalk leaves grazed himCausing his skin to itchAlmost as if they wanted to stop himFrom making his way to the hill He remembered his youthBeing paid cash by the hourTo pull the tassels outContinue reading “An Old Man on the Hill”

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