Awarded Poem Of The Day (aka-POTD) at my home poetry site, today, 4-20-2019...


As I Walk Hard Narrow Path, Dust In My Mouth

I walk hard narrow path, dust in my mouth
Just a poor farm-boy, born in the dear South,
With edges slippery and turns so quick
Oft so weary, too often so damn sick.

Trudging on through, into midnight's dark cast
Praying my courage will forever last,
And in my dreams, I meet my angel here
She of sweetest heart and devoid of fear.

Each new sunset , I watch those red-burnt rays
Muttering words, as only poor boy prays,
In wind's soft blows, I hear, "patience rewards"
Step thee lively, avoid the broken shards!

I walk hard narrow path, dust in my mouth
Just a poor farm-boy, born in the dear South.

R.J. Lindley ,
July 11th, 1973
Sonnet, ( Working on the farm before sun-up until after sunset)

Note: I decided this morn, to bring this one right on out of my private journal.
Hope you may enjoy it, as I wrote it at age 19..
Any that worked on the farms in the 60-s, 70's, and 80's, will certainly get this..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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I can never understand how they choose, as in the last week Ive posted several poems far better than this one-- in my opinion.
Yet this struck a cord with the selection committee it seems.
I think any of my 6 sonnets are better or either of my dark bliss poems dedicated to Poe.
Not griping , just always perplexed at the choices they make when it comes to my poetry being honored.-Tyr