No one’s going hungry at school today.
The government
sent canned meat,
rice,
potatoes.
The bakery
sent loaves of bread,
and
Scotty Moore, George Nall, and Willie Harkins
brought in milk,
fresh creamy milk
straight from their farms.
Real lunch and then
stomachs
full and feeling fine
for classes
in the afternoon.
The little ones drank themselves into white
mustaches,
they ate
and ate,
until pushing back from their desks,
their stomachs round,
they swore they’d never eat again.
Elizabeth and LoRaine, helped Miss Freeland
cook,
and Hillary and I,
we served and washed,
our ears ringing with the sound of satisfied children.
February 1935