3/6/18

52 Cups of Poems: Cup Five: Keeping My Eyes on Kellogg

I am a little behind in the poem writing.  I thought I would share a poem I wrote about ten years ago as part of a sibling assignment.


Keeping My Eyes on Kellogg

Hard hat, silver lunch pail, Thermos.
Booted feet shuffling by on the way to the dry.
Cigarette snuffed out on the pavement.
Raised hands in greeting.
Keeping my eyes on Kellogg.

Brown hills, scrubby brush, rust-colored soil.
Smoky haze lingering on top of mountain peak.
Hills aglow with fiery lava.
New formations created each night.
Keeping my eyes on Kellogg.

Lead, arsenic, cadmium.
Milky white creek runs through center of town.
No one dares explore the banks.
Full of poisons from years gone by.
Keeping my eyes on Kellogg.

Neon signs, swinging doors, music blaring.
No parking places uptown on a Friday night.
Payday and everyone’s pockets are full.
Raising glasses and swinging fists.
Keeping my eyes on Kellogg.

1 comment:

Christy Woolum said...

You really captured Kellogg in this poem. I really like your use of sound and rhythm of your word choice.