Nearly every summer for a decade I watched tobacco being grown and harvested Cut to air dry on stalks high in the rafters Out in the old weathered gray tobacco barn To cure and sweeten in the humid summer heat Inhaling the aroma of hay and rose oil grandad knew At the exact moment when the leaf was ready Nicely aged like a fine wine that takes patience Achieving perfect under a artisans hand All together we would fill hogsheads Loading them one by one into the trucks And then taking the trip up to Camden Station Then on to the harbor to be loaded onto boats Another successful harvest sent across the Atlantic
Copyright © 2021 TJS Sherman All rights reserved.
Musing & Creating with T.J.S. Sherman 