A Woman of Summer
by NochipaPen Shells
Second Place, October 2007
Judged by E. Ethelbert Miller
Tell me what is more beautiful
than strength of a life
well-lived.
My hands, lean and firm,
are scarred by
youthful poverty.
while my sculpted arms,
sinewy and brown,
were chiseled by a farmer’s hoe.
and these legs, are solid
and shapely, strong
as trees grown from hill-treading
My wit is sharp
as tobacco spears
from traps of star-dream slayers
while my heart beats steady
for hundreds of children
who listened to my song.
So, now that you know
I am not a T.V. woman-child,
am I less lovely?