We walked by a grave that late spring day,
And there were no clouds, as if God had refused to cast the sky
With bit players. We thought of you as a tractor drove by;
—You had loved tractors, laughter, play.
Mourners claimed the tractor was a sign
That you were here with us in spirit somehow
Embodied in a John Green tractor with a plow
And some of us believed and inhaled the pine
Smells of New Hampshire and home.
But a tractor is not a dad
And nothing can take away the sad.
You left us alone.
Hey, thanks for listening to Carrie Does Poems. These podcasts and more writing tips are at Carrie’s website, carriejonesbooks.blog. There’s also a donation button there. Even a dollar inspires a happy dance in Carrie, so thank you for your support.
The music you hear is made available through the creative commons and it’s a bit of a shortened track from the fantastic Eric Van der Westen and the track is called “A Feather” and off the album The Crown Lobster Trilogy.
While Carrie only posts poems weekly here, she has them (in written form) almost every other weekday over on Medium. You should check it out!
https://freemusicarchive.org/music/eric-van-der-westen/the-crown-lobster-trilogy-selection
