Archive for the ‘Poems by Uhly’ Category

A Poem for a Father: Hard Hands

My dad was a man that loved family and farming. He grew up very poor by today's standards, moving from rented farm to rented farm. This took place in March sometimes by choice and other times because the farm got rented to someone else. The month of March was when things shifted. When one renter moved on and another came onto a place before the possibility of the next crop was put into the ground. That's the way he grew up...the son of a tenant farmer. You made your living working hard for very little. That's my heritage. Early in his marriage to my mother they continued to rent farms and move every 3-7 years. My mom had 3 men in the house when she married dad. My grandfather and great grandfather (both widowers) and my dad. How many women would do that today? She really liked ...

A Poem for a Sister: Read Me A Story

From my earliest memories I recall loving to be read a good story. This poem is a tribute to my sister Mary. Had she not loved reading and books she may not have seen fit to read to a pesky little brother. I'm not going to elaborate on pesky...but she might in a reply to this post! The gift my youngest sister gave me by reading me story after story was huge. Many were from the "My Book House" 12 volumes pictured below. As you read the poem, imagine a 12-14 year old girl taking the time to read to a hyperactive 5-7 year old farm boy. Now, especially imagine her reading to a young 6 year old boy who had just lost his fingers in a farm accident. Her reading was a healing balm. Mary went on to eventually get her masters in Learning Disabilities. Guess what she focused on? Yep, ...

A Poem for a Farmer: Sunlight Captured

Just a little set up to how I write poems and how this particular poem came about. I'm not sure exactly where my poems come from really. Its almost like the poem has me and not the other way around. They are born out of moments of deeply felt "muse" that hits me when it is ready. The amazing part is that they take very little time to write. I do go back and tweak them, but only with minimal refinement or typo work. This poem came to me one day in 2006. Many years after an experience of being a farm boy and farmer. I grew up watching my father plant corn, soybeans, oats, and alfalfa. He loved farming. One day we were filling the planter box with corn seed and he picked one up and said..."everything it needs to know to grow is contained within this seed". This poem ...