Poet's Platform Column | 27 July 06 by Janet Nesler | The Scioto Voice | Wheelersburg, Ohio

Ohio Wheat fields blowing in the wind, Makes me feel homesick again, To play in haystacks, fish in the pond, Along the path behind the barn. Ohio you’re my home state, Where children run and play. Learn to work and learn respect While out there pitching hay. As a child upon your farmlands, I learned so many things, I was taught how to work your fields And harvest up your grain. When you became dry and thirsty, I was taught to pray for rain. Ohio, Ohio, yes you’re my home state Oh, how I love your farmlands, Your rivers, hills and lakes. Florence Wagner Portsmouth   Come On Down Let me tell you about the place I live in the southern part of our state. We’d like for you to come visit us, in fact, we can hardly wait. In spring, our hills are a bright new green, dogwood and redbud around. The air is filled with wild bird song always an ear-pleasing sound. Beautiful murals adorn our floodwall, showing wherein our history lies. Visitors come from far and near, they can scarcely believe their eyes. Folks around here are the friendliest yet, if you’ve time to sit for a spell; You’ll hear of John Simon’s Sorghum Mill, and his fall festival, as well. We’ve the Golden Bears of Shawnee State of whom we are mighty proud. With their snow-white pants and jerseys blue, they stand out in any crowd. So grab your hat and come on down to share and enjoy our bounty. You’ll find many things to interest you in beautiful Scioto County. Patricia A. Kellemeyer Portsmouth From “Cobwebs From The Attic Of My Mind”   Bottomland Farmer With a cooling breeze before the rain Lightning can be seen far to our West Light raindrops begin to fall on the roof Its time for all the workers to take a rest As soothing rain falls from far up above Sleep will come so easy to us this night Hard work has made us all so very tired Tomorrow we will be up early and bright Again to work the rich bottom-land soil This John Deere I will drive all day long with headphones drowning the noise I can hear Zeke playing a country song We grow the crops that feed the world So proud of this job we work every day Some how we wish we could grow more Hunger on this Earth could then go away Acie Workman Eden Park