Potatoes and Onions

Hoeing,
Digging,
Scratching,
Crawling,
Harvesting potatoes and onions,
Hard god damn work.

Crouching,
Kneeling,
Leaning,
Sweating,
Dizzy from digging those taters
And pulling these onions.
Labour suited for nobody.
How’d I get stuck in such shit work?

Watching those fruit pickers,
Standing up all day,
Wearing big hats,
Which don’t drop over the eyes.
Reaching up to the sky,
Enjoying the view.
Sneaking a bite when nobody’s looking.
Can’t do that with onions and taters.
Lucky god damn bastards!

(To Pappy)

Gerald Lee Jordan
Diamond Harbour NZ
16 January 2013