Working Blues

Blues, blues it seems everyone has the working blues.

Bitch, yawn or snooze, everyone has the working blues.

Had a job, lost one too, finding one that makes the news.

 

I work, hard you know, don’t get my words wrong.

Sweat, stretch, and laugh, having fun isn’t wrong.

Have something to do with my hands, a heart’s song.

 

Country songs, rock songs, and blues men sing it.

Mournful or rocking, no one really does ‘pop’ it.

Everyone has a working song, labour and music fit.

 

No matter what we do, there is work going on now.

Even if it is just breathing, you are working now.

Clean or dirty, fast or slow, same for all but the how.

 

Punching cows, punching dies, punching a clock.

Watch the hands rule the world, turning the clock.

Farm yard, factory, office, garden or loading dock.

 

My work don’t always pay well, unless you count kisses.

Son and Daddy, dogs, cats and cows too pay in kisses.

Not all are sweet, some are sought and others near misses.

 

Count your days to be satisfying and fully full.

When you go to sleep tired from work, fully full.

Wired to work, some driven and some feel a pull.

 

Blues, blues can you feel the generational working blues?

Blues, blues can you feel us losing our working blues?

Under qualified, or over, no work here – sadly old news.

 

For Real Toads (Blues Form) and for dVerse (Working Poetry) I hope you enjoyed the poem. ย Extra special bonus cowboy style poetry below…

Working the Land

You haven’t fenced for real, unless you’ve bled some.

Barbed wire ripping through your gloves looking for meat.

Pushing posts under a tractor bucket is living in trust.

Snacks for a little boy, drinks for Mama and Daddy too.

Pulling wire, pulling calves, pulling twine off of bales.

Love and hate those cows – some days a bit of both.

Garden growing, calves growing, boy growing too.

Working on the land means trusting more than you.

Plant the seeds, pray for rain. ย Pray for heat. Pray for sun.

The pride of watching the crops grow tall and sons too.

Eye on the sky, every farmer’s a weather man, hands to soil.

Some jobs are a living, but make no life, so very true.

This work is a life but hardly makes a living. Still.

Wouldn’t trade this life, bloody hands and scars.

Six generations raising a seventh on the land.

Roots grow strong in rich deep soil – we love this.

 

For my husband, and all the farming ancestors on both our sides.ย 

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29 Comments

  1. claudia said,

    June 3, 2012 at 5:09 pm

    haha…i think i wouldn’t mind being paid in kisses…just saying…smiles..enjoyed your blues..

    • shanyns said,

      June 4, 2012 at 3:42 pm

      Kisses work for me too Claudia. Even big cow kisses are nice. Glad you enjoyed the poems, thanks for stopping by.

  2. Mary said,

    June 3, 2012 at 5:30 pm

    I enjoyed both of your poems! Yup, so many people looking for work meet up with the message ‘no work here.’ And as for the cowboy poem, I have a lot of respect for those who work the land. Wow, six generations! That’s a lot of food grown…….

    • shanyns said,

      June 4, 2012 at 3:43 pm

      Mary – so glad you enjoyed the poems. Six generations in Western Canada, I’m sure I have ancestors who farmed before they got here too! Love the land…

  3. June 3, 2012 at 5:39 pm

    Gosh, Shanyn, you really got that blues stanza working for you – you make it seem so effortless.

    • shanyns said,

      June 4, 2012 at 3:44 pm

      Kerry – I think the Blues Stanza is my second favorite new form. Glad you enjoyed the poetry, great to see you stop by.

  4. June 3, 2012 at 5:59 pm

    I love the working blues, and, especially the song of working the land. The photo has the most beautiful blue in it……….such a good life, on the land. I always enjoy my visits to it, on your site.

    • shanyns said,

      June 4, 2012 at 3:44 pm

      Sherry – thanks! Your visits always make me smile…great to have you stop by. So glad you enjoyed the poems.

  5. hedgewitch said,

    June 3, 2012 at 6:18 pm

    Yes, working can give you the blues, but not working can be a lot scarier–love the cows paying in kisses–they are wet ones, but sincere. ;_)

    • shanyns said,

      June 4, 2012 at 3:45 pm

      Cows can be pretty honest – they are either okay with you or not. Kisses are something that comes with trust and it is sweet! Glad you enjoyed the poems.

  6. poemsofhateandhope said,

    June 3, 2012 at 7:58 pm

    Oh I lee the blues poem – we all gotta work- tripping on it and blues style is how we deal with it. And if there’s fun to be had- then why the hell not – better to get through the day with a smile on your face! (can you remind me to try to do that on a daily basis please?) totally in love with this poem…so cool

    • shanyns said,

      June 4, 2012 at 3:46 pm

      Stu – you made my day with your comment. I’ll try to remind you. There is something sweet about smiling in the face of a bad day, and something thankful for smiling with a good one. So glad you loved the poem! ๐Ÿ™‚

  7. brian miller said,

    June 3, 2012 at 8:40 pm

    nice…i like your cowboy poetry…smiles…and you sing th blues well with a bit brighter colors in the end…kisses are not a bad days pay….smiles….and it does feel good if you really have a sense of accomplishment at the end of the day…

    • shanyns said,

      June 4, 2012 at 3:47 pm

      Brian – thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed it and got some smiles. Feeling like you have something to show for a days work can be more satisfying than anything else, even if it is just a pile of wood or a line of fence. Thanks for coming by my friend.

  8. Helen said,

    June 3, 2012 at 9:14 pm

    I agree with Kerry … you have a way of delivering poetry that does seem effortless ~ though I know full well it isn’t. Very nice.

    • shanyns said,

      June 4, 2012 at 3:48 pm

      Helen – thank you! I’m so glad you enjoyed the read and pleased that you stopped by.

  9. coalblack said,

    June 3, 2012 at 9:28 pm

    punching cows? why would you punch a poor ole harmless milk cow? ๐Ÿ˜‰

    ps–i had no trouble getting in this time. ๐Ÿ™‚

    • shanyns said,

      June 4, 2012 at 3:48 pm

      LOL…you are funny! Not actual hitting but cow punching, very different, lol :-D. Awesome that you were able to get here with no troubles…

  10. zongrik said,

    June 3, 2012 at 10:19 pm

    this has a nice beat to it, like Brian says, good cowboy poetry

    Sonnet 24

    • shanyns said,

      June 4, 2012 at 3:49 pm

      Thanks! So pleased you enjoyed the read. Great that you stopped by.

  11. June 3, 2012 at 11:30 pm

    I like your blues song and life in the farm ~ Its work and love for our family and pride all in one ~

    I also enjoyed the form and the cowboy dance ~

    Happy Sunday ~

    • shanyns said,

      June 4, 2012 at 3:49 pm

      Thanks! ๐Ÿ™‚ Glad you enjoyed the poems, and very happy you stopped by!

  12. Marian said,

    June 4, 2012 at 1:28 am

    the working blues on sunday night. sigh!

    • shanyns said,

      June 4, 2012 at 3:50 pm

      Yeah Sunday night is the night for the working blues isn’t it?

  13. lolamouse said,

    June 4, 2012 at 11:54 am

    I loved both of these! You made me feel lazy!

    • shanyns said,

      June 4, 2012 at 3:50 pm

      So glad you loved them…and I hope you didn’t feel TOO lazy!

  14. June 4, 2012 at 7:10 pm

    “Bitch, yawn or snooze, everyone has the working blues.”
    This made me laugh, Shanyn!!!

    I really love this line from your second:
    “Roots grow strong in rich deep soil โ€“ we love this.”

    Excellent!

    • shanyns said,

      June 4, 2012 at 7:13 pm

      Hannah – thanks! So glad you enjoyed the poems. And I am super happy I could make you laugh and smile.

      • June 4, 2012 at 7:17 pm

        You’re welcome!! Always such a pleasure so thank you!! ๐Ÿ™‚


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