These two photos are for "Barn Charm #70". I assume they are both old tobacco barns as they stand in a field that used to yield the crop. These relics are tucked away in numerous places, some overgrown with brush, others given much TLC and charmingly grace the roadside.
I have posted the barn below before in the fall. The poem below I posted for "Poetry Jam" about a month ago - the photo was a prompt suggested for the theme "Laugh in the Face of Everything". I posted it here as I thought it went well with the theme.
The Tobacco Farmers
Back in the day
he was a dashing young man,
and I a country girl, willowy and strong,
both of us full of zest and glee,
first generation polish stock, we.
Toiled side by side,
he decapitating flowers and
suckers stalk after stalk,
stooped, sometimes crawling
between row upon row
of never-ending filth.
I hoed and hoed, black
calloused hands better than gloves.
Every hour or so, his glance, a smile
would lighten my load.
Mid morning break, 8:45,
somehow kept going 'till high noon
clothes soaked through,
we’d lean our backs
against solitary bleached barn.
Oh, the blessed shade, our haven
in the middle of hell
and we’d consider ourselves lucky
if a snake sighted, the bigger
the better, for we felt reassured
the monstrous rats would be
held at bay for another day.
And so precious minutes, we rested
hands tingling, swollen
blisters burst, pink, tender
skin didn’t stand a chance
of ever remaining baby soft.
Back into the field,
never enough water
to quench our thirst
often feeling dizzy and nauseous,
flamethrower upon our backs.
Times were tough
but my Matka she tell us
“Enjoy this freedom”
and so we did
dignity, self respect, and laughter
filled all our days.
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, January 12, 2012
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