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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Black (10/15/09)

TITLE: The Darkest Before The Dawn
By Brian Haugrud
10/15/09


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The darkness of the night set in; the sky was black as coal.
Mom and dad were heading out; so the tractor wheels would roll.
There was a calf out in the field, just born the day before.
We tried to bring them safely home; the rain would start to pour.

I was only nine or ten, but could drive the tractor well.
I saw the blackness of the night was casting a great spell.
The loader on the tractor front was old style in its way.
We found the calf and put it in the loader held at bay.

I would drive and dad would ride while holding baby down.
Across the rough field we would go, the mom ran all around.
The more we chased, the more it rained, the blackness would get worse.
Not more than just a minute later, black released a curse.

The tractor was in high gear now; I did not see the hole.
The tire dropped, the calf flew out, I had lost site of the goal.
The loader tripped and dad fell out; it dragged his body some.
The big wheel rolled on top the calf; I started feeling numb.

I looked behind, the calf got up and quickly ran away.
Somehow I got the tractor stopped; my dad, the price would pay.
I ran to him; “are you okay,” my voice just shook with pain.
He said, “Go home and get the car,” I ran through mud and rain.

It was the blackest of the nights my memory can recall.
I brought him home and in the house, and helped him down the hall.
My mom took over from then on; and cared for him till morn.
They made it on the plane that day, but dad was really worn.

From Minnesota they would leave; to a city farther south.
I stayed at home to milk the cows; and put feed in their mouth.
I guess my dad could barely walk; the break was over due.
We left the mother and the calf, at least a week or two.

It was the blackest of the nights that I can Nair recall.
The night I thought I lost my dad; who took that terrible fall.
But when the morning sun arose; a new day came about.
It was the day that God above, would really show His clout.


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Laury Hubrich 10/23/09
It amazes me how a story can be told in a rhyming poem. Good job.
Dolores Stohler10/24/09
Good job! What an excellent poem and an excellent story as well. I admire your grit as well as your poetry and story-telling abilities. Your story touched my heart.
Marie Fink10/24/09
Excellent poem. It would be a contender in my part of the country for what we call, "Cowboy Poetry."
Jan Ackerson 10/27/09
Excellent!

I was mildly distracted my the number of lines that are neatly bisected by semicolons. Varying that structure a bit would make your poem slightly more appealing.

Love the story, the rhyme, the meter.