This poem is taken from Stand 220, 16(4) November - December 2018.

John McKernan Poem
My Father

Tried to work
At the Omaha Stockyards

The week after
He graduated
From high school

A row of cattle trucks
Two miles long
Threaded west on Q Street
Five days of the week   48 weeks a year

We had to walk
On platforms
About fifteen feet
Above all the animals
All those different sounds

It was the sheep
And the baby goats
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