Poem: Farm Boys

A poem from the rural American South

A poem from the rural American South

A word from the author:

There are many embarrassing childhood moments, some fleeting, some recurring. Whether it’s skinning your knee and crying in front of your schoolyard buddies, wetting your pants, or getting your feet tangled and falling face first in front of your cute crush, these moments leave a memorable impact.

But sometimes, whether we realize it or not, these red-faced remnants of our early years are actually an underlying part of who we are, and who we were meant to be. And looking back, maybe we will find that shame wasn’t the real emotion to be felt after all.

I was a farm boy, throwing hay bales and watermelons, breaking ice from water troughs and feeding livestock every morning before I boarded the public school bus, then again at day’s end. I swore for most of my life that I would get off that farm one day, never realizing that this land is where I truly belong.

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