The harvest caravan – heavy trucks pulling heavier combines and the wobbly crew trailer –

Snaked into western Saskatchewan’s fire orange-red sunset,

Wheat fields a deep green ….

Mid-summer’s short nights edging ….

Cab radio music stopped, and announcers cut in:

“United States President Richard M. Nixon has resigned.”

The drivers hit horns.

Crows lifted from the roadside.

The drivers blinked lights, still off in the long day ….

Such a din on the prairie.

The blind instrusion, why?

What did we know?

The harvest crew machinery owner and family: Christian fundalmentalists, shower, clean, pray, no reading but The Bible.

The drunk drifter, hired for a week.

The back-from-Vietnam helicopter mechanic and body bag lugger..

A lost male, me, inept in marriage, work, life, illusion of North American road wisdom ….

The horns stilled.

Music returned, pop of 1974.

Now, the headlights were needed.

Soon, a pull-over for sleep in the trailer,

And tomorrow, across in flat Alberta,

Mustard fields to combine.

Oh yes, Nixon was gone.

What did we know?

Men of the harvest under the unsmiling owner, wife and two boys.

And what did they know?

Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, late September 2014

Author: Gene Novogrodsky

Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, a Brownsville resident for nearly three decades, writes North American border slices, from eastern Canada to central Mexico, and in between. He is one of the founders of the Narciso Martinez Cultural Arts Center Writers Forum in San Benito. He sometimes participates with the informal Resaca Writers Group in Brownsville. He prefers, however, to read to two or three attentive listeners – when asked!

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