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Plum Tree Sow

April 19, 2014

It takes a special kind of man to move on without rancour following desertion by his wife. My idea was to write a funny/sad poem about such a man. I could have made him an Englishman singing to his puppy-dog. But for some reason I found my imagination irresistibly drawn to the American Midwest of the 1950s. And I realised I’d need a stronger image than some cute pooch…

 

PLUM TREE SOW

 

Plum tree planted, a new backyard he makes;

Strumming at sundown, he sings to his sow

Prairie-trail songs of a love that still aches.

 

Plum tree planted, a new backyard he makes;

Up-country, a patched woolly hat he takes

Though his wife, she darns for another man now.

 

Plum tree planted, a new backyard he makes;

Strumming at sundown, he sings to his sow.

 

Paul Beech

 

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Happy Easter, everyone.

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Copyright © Paul Beech 2014

(The poem has also appeared on Linkedin.)

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2 Comments
  1. Angela permalink

    Happy Easter Paul x

  2. And a very Happy Easter to you, Angela. We’ll be hosting a big family dinner tomorrow evening with grandchildren and Easter eggs everywhere. Great fun!

    Love Paul x

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