Wounded Wasp (28)

//Wounded Wasp (28)

Wounded Wasp (28)

Wounded wasp,
Turning circles in the sunshine,
Hot with rage and
One warped wing—

I can’t help you,
But wish I could!
To be a surgeon
For your ailment—

Setting angles straight,
Poulticing pain;
But surely you would only
Sting me, bite me,

Passing poison
With no remorse.
Oh, wasp! Such reliable
Waspness! Bless you—

I will see you again
In tall grass, beatific,
Close to the earth,
Where cooling rains linger.

By | 2019-08-05T22:15:14-04:00 August 5th, 2019|Farm|4 Comments

About the Author:

Forrest Pritchard is a full-time sustainable farmer and New York Times bestselling author, holding a BA in English and a BS in Geology from William & Mary. Smith Meadows, his farm, was one of the first “grass finished” operations in the country, and has sold at leading farmers’ markets in the Washington DC area for two decades. Pritchard's books have received starred reviews from The Washington Post, Publishers Weekly, Library Journal, NPR, and more.

4 Comments

  1. Eliot Brenner August 6, 2019 at 4:27 pm - Reply

    Nicely done, but keep your Epipen handy in case the little bugger wasn’t an appreciative English major.

    • Forrest Pritchard August 6, 2019 at 6:01 pm

      Ha! I suspect he’s already found his patch of grass.

  2. Jeff & Susan August 7, 2019 at 10:17 am - Reply

    Nice job. (And yet another reminder that WASPs are a dying breed!)

    • Forrest Pritchard August 7, 2019 at 12:48 pm

      Thanks! & Yes, that play on words certainly crossed my mind as well 🙂

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