Friday, November 23, 2012

TGIF

(We saw a flock of birds looking very similiar to this--wild turkeys--after dinner at Grandma PatPat's)


Turkeys

by Mary Mackey



One November

a week before Thanksgiving

the Ohio river froze

and my great uncles

put on their coats

and drove the turkeys

across the ice

to Rosiclare

where they sold them

for enough to buy

my grandmother

a Christmas doll

with blue china eyes



I like to think

of the sound of

two hundred turkey feet

running across to Illinois

on their way

to the platter

the scrape of their nails

and my great uncles

in their homespun leggings

calling out gee and haw and git

to them as if they

were mules



I like to think of the Ohio

at that moment

the clear cold sky

the green river sleeping

under the ice

before the land got stripped

and the farm got sold

and the water turned the color

of whiskey

and all the uncles

lay down

and never got up again


please note: photo by Mark Hamilton





1 comment:

  1. I love this - the picture, the poem, the vision of turkeys crossing the Ohio river... Much nicer than the vision that all my Facebook friends have been providing, posting that old WKRP in Cincinnati clip :)

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)