Hiding Out (a poem) by toogie

Throwback Thursday!

 

I had just graduated with credentials to teach German and Spanish. There was only one problem. I had gotten cold feet and decided I may have made a mistake in planning to teach. Oh, no!

 

I decided to hide out at the same farm I live on now, except it was a lot more rustic back then. It had no air conditioning, nor hot water. It did have a bathroom and a kitchen. Most importantly, it had no phone! This was back before cell phones. What was I hiding from? A job. I knew there were so many possible jobs for me, as teachers were in huge demand.

 

I did eventually head back to the city and the jobs were waiting. And so, I did what I was expected to do - I accepted a job. If I hadn't, my father would have killed me.

 

Hiding Out by me

 

 

Hiding Out

 

I’ve graduated.

Free at last!

It’s time to party.

Have a blast!

Live off the land -

Escape the grind.

In a hidden retreat.

True peace I’ll find.

No phone to ring.

No boss to please.

Just fields and a barn

And a gentle breeze.

The world can wait.

Let the job market spin.

In my cozy farmhouse

I’ll settle in.

Done