The Trailer Park

Harper Blanchet

The trailers
of field workers
all trimly painted
line up like colorful
boxes on a shelf
A little battered
but Home

in tiny yards
the flowers bloom
on tomatoes & roses
on daisies & cacti
all growing

hang on trees
ready for picking
in nearly every yard
In the drive`way
an old pick`up
work dusty


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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6 Responses to The Trailer Park

  1. ebbtide says:

    I very much enjoyed the sense of place in this one


  2. sounds delightful to someone in the middle of winter


  3. you are an extraordinary balladeer of the modern proletariat

    Liked by 1 person

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