Tobacco Farmer

The first time I remember waking up
in the night was in the winter time
when I was about six. Papa had sent
the tobacco crop to Louisville
to be sold, and we sat by the fire
that night, talking and wondering
what it would bring. It was a bad time.
A year of a man’s work might be worth
nothing. And papa got up at two o’clock.
And I woke up and heard him leaving.
He saddled his horse and rode over
to the railroad, four miles, and took
the train to Louisville, and came back
in the dark that night, without a dime.

Wendell Berry

2 Replies to “Tobacco Farmer”

  1. Tabacco and coal are a reminder of how things can drastically change in a matter of a few short years. Kentucky is such a beautiful place with so much poverty and unfulfilled dreams.

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