On the Stump Farm

July 26, 2014

Not many trees on the stump farm. Bantam chickens and Flemish Giants and black widow spiders grow free, but not many greens on the stump farm. Grandmother’s ham and rye feed on the stump farm. “Mary, you want a Coke or a Sprite?” “A Sprite, I guess.” Grandmother didn’t like being on the stump farm. And heat melts folk on the stump farm. “Conrad! Let’s go! The children need to get home!” “Hold on… I need to check the bulldozer.” Red rust and dust rule on the stump farm. And bullfrogs haunt Granddaddy on the stump farm. “Have you ever eaten frog legs?” I shake my head, nope. “Well, you’re too young for that good stuff.” No ponds yet dug on the stump farm. My sister and me, Granddaddy and Grandmother, we, wait for sunset on the stump farm. We swat flies in the pickup truck. Deep roots live on the stump farm.