Written by Stewart Acuff
The smell of dirt, first turn by the farmer’s plow.
The sweet grassy smell when you clean the barn, and its stalls.
Do you remember the wheels your Grandpa had – and their names?
Were fresh brown eggs from chickens that pecked at the grass outside all day?
Do you remember your Mother’s cornbread?
Or big, solid biscuits – not flaky but filling?
Did you ever load hay down in eighty pound bails?
Do you remember how wonderful it was to be paid to drive the tractor?
I was eleven years old, and my Uncle paid me fifty cents an hour.
You knew where home was.
After fifty seven years of life and thirty five years of hard living, home is mighty hard to find.
© Creative Commons Copyright 2012
Stewart Acuff is America’s best-known and foremost labor organizer. He is the former organizing Director of the AFL-CIO. Acuff has also written two books: Playing Bigger Than You Are: A Life in Organizing, and Getting America Back to Work, coauthored by Dr. Richard Levins.Tags: acuff, poem, poetry, prose, stewart acuff, stewartacuff