The Marijuana Grower (standard:poetry, 115 words)
Author: kendall thomas	Added: Jan 12 2001	Views/Reads: 3549/8	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Who wants to be a millionaire?

The Marijuana Grower 

by 

Count Flarinsteingottielhorne 

September is the end of summer’s hold. 

The birds are murmurs in the locust trees 

that say once more the earth and sky grow cold, 

once more the end of summer’s warming breeze. 

And here wind rattles corn forlornly.  There 

the monotone of crows forms raucous choirs; 

and somedays September in black will wear 

a cover over all the rainy shires. 

The wood is chopped and lies in stacked-up piles. 

The emerald snake slides down into the lake. 

The farmer sits on covered porch and smiles 

and dreams a dream from which he’s wont to wake: 

Marijuana perfumes the heady air. 

In time he hopes to be a millionaire. 


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