the author

Sombreira poetry

The Author

A man was coming to stay with us at our little farm, this
was years

 ago when someone who
could read the papers was an intellectual

or if not a clever dick too smart for his own good.

The writer was supposed to work too, as to get the feel of farm
life.

But he was weedy didn’t want to help with mucking out in

the barn in the morning, he had to go back to his
typewriter.

Finally, his manuscript was done he left a big eater he was
not missed.

Two years later when the book came out it has little to do
with us

but how hard he had suffered pretending he was a child slave
and

much was written about this, but no one came to our farm
asking us

about the man. Time has changed today people would have
asked

questions and not taking printed words for granted