Daddy's Pickup3rd Place in the Poetry Writing Contest
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Issue 18
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Daddy's pickup, a blue Ford,
with hay bales flying from Daddy’s hands out the back. Cows trotting to keep up, happy with the green alfalfa, hanging out of their mouths. But I am the little girl trembling, scared in the driver’s seat, peering over the rim of the steering wheel at the slopes rolling to the bottom of the hill. My heart bumps along the ruts on top of a short prairie grass hill. |
BARBARA MEIER is a retired teacher who works in a second-grade classroom in Lincoln, KS. Her recent publications include Al Dente, The Fourth River, Plainsongs, The Poetry Lighthouse, and Effy. She has been nominated for the Best of the Net and a Pushcart Award. She has three chapbooks published: “Wildfire LAL 6”, from Ghost City Press, “Getting Through Gold Beach”, from Writing Knights Press, and “Sylvan Grove”, from The Poetry Box. She loves all things ancient.
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