De Profundis



Four score and seven years ago,

was 1932.  There was a depression

and designs around the world.

Some people were well enough.

Near as I can tell, my father’s folk

were all right with government

positions and a salary.  My mother’s

people struggled on farms in

Tennessee.  I don’t think they were

sharecroppers, though for their

state they might as well have been.

Wringing a chicken once a week

was for a feast of sustenance.

Oranges and walnuts were treats at

Christmas time.


C L Couch



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