High Summer in the Country

Far from the city
way out in the country 
a hot afternoon in high summer

as we drive down a bumpy road 
bouncing one mail box past
another saluting

each farmer by name. 
We marvel at the giant corn 
until we come to a mail box

bent over an old table
piled high with tomatoes, 
green beans and melons.

A tin can slumps in front 
of this harvest with a note 
gripped by a clothes pin 

saying, “Take what you will 
and leave what you will. 
God blessed us this year.”


Donal Mahoney
donalmahoney@charter.net

Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, USA and has had poems published in Ancient Heart Magazine and other publications in the United States, Europe, Asia and Africa.

Sack

a week ago
when the piercing clarity of the moon sang
graphite harmonies, sweeping across the silent hills
before we discovered that tiny, blotted bundle
of eternity in the field behind your house
before the piercing violence of your scream 
split the charcoal night
as you peeled back the hessian shroud
revealing a tiny face 
with eyes dreaming of forever.

Stuart Buck
Llanarmon DC
Wales
stuartmbuck@hotmail.com