Early Morning

Early Morning
by Amy Miller

Stepping barefoot
One foot after another
Onto the damp earth,
Carefully avoiding plants
And thorns, mud seeps
Between cracked toes.
Crouching and creeping
Like bugs, pulling weeds,
Picking peas and beans
Row after row
'Til buckets are filled
Green stained hands
And dirt filled fingernails
Leave the garden empty.

Note: I wrote this poem for a creative writing class in college. It was the only thing I wrote that semester that my teacher actually complimented me on.