Caravan
Caravan
You don’t pick radishes.
You pull radishes, bent over
Workin’ backwards, ten hours.
Rubber band ‘em by the dozen
Bushel full, boss pays eight bits.
Twenty bushel good day.
Band 99 cents at the Kroger.
Make it to America, land
Of opportunity. Walk for
Your children, pull for your
Grandchildren.
Copyright 2018 Paul M Thomson
Copyright © Paul Thomson | Year Posted 2021
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