Pagosa Springs Artists

Amish  Shopping

 

Prancing hoofs twix thin-rimmed  high wheels
slowly guide through patchworked  farm weald--
haystacks cross-stitched next to cornstalks,
appliqued with dark green forests.

Black cab leads by dusty  backroad
to plain clutch of white frame abodes,
bustling tie-up by a boardwalk,
pungent, plankfloored butcher’s meat-shop.

Haunches, cheeses hang in huge chunks,
sausages sliced  varied  new lengths,
Smokey smells entwine glass cases,
celebrate their delicacies.

Over hills spread  gold with sunshine,
paper-wrapped and tied with old twine,
aromatic  amish   parcels
borne  to gastronomic farewells.

 

                                   
first published in Twilight Ending   
                                   

 

 

© 2001 Bonnie Manion

   

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