Field Hollers, soulful and melancholy
Emotive and rhythmic despite suffrage
Releasing pain through beautiful song
Back- breaking labor, lost love, and poverty
The strong woman learns to sing in the rain
Creating beauty where there is none
She's standing in the food pantry line
A minstrel missing her band
Feeling forgotten, frightened, unloved
Unemployment and mounting bills play her trumpet
This Field Holler cries at night, wanting no one to hear
Feeling melancholy without soul
She wants to learn how to hum authentically.
Today, in line, she waits
But no song plays on her harmonica
Her piano keys have been broken.
She wants to believe, someday soon,
She'll find reason to sing.
For today, she feels blue and powerless.
Emotive but lacking rhythm
Praying for power to create beauty where there is none
Faithfully waiting for her trumpet to sound
“Hang in there. Hang in there because the greatest quarterbacks complete only six of 10 passes. The best basketball players make only 50% of their shots. The top oil companies, with all their geologists, drill 10 dry holes for every wet one. And even the most successful actors flunk 29 auditions for television commercials before they land one. So HANG IN THERE.” ~Anon