December 22, 1918 – April 13, 2007
I had the pleasure of reading some of Wilma’s poetry at the Tulare Historical Museum last night. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/wilma-elizabeth-mcdaniel
One poem I read:
REMEMBERING FARM WOMEN
As a child
I watched them
and I remember
a woman’s defense
was anything in reach
Her weapons were few
and always begrudged
Why did men imagine
they deserved the velvet touch
the nightingale’s voice
from a woman who plowed
when planting got behind
and prayed for rainwater
to wash her hair
Why did rough farmers
dream of girls
from the Ziegfeld Follies
when wives were vomiting
with another pregnancy
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Wow…
the lady knew how to choose words.
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That she did!
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Thanks John, That is one clear-eyed clear-voiced woman. Look forward to more.
Neil M.
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Good idea, I read more than one.
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Thank you so much gre
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GReen or GReat, you’re welcome.
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These machines……can drive you crazy.
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John –
This is so powerful – when I reached the end I felt like I had been punched in the stomach.
Thank for sharing – Miss you and Robbin
Kevin
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Thanks Kevin, hope to see you soon in Elko.
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