Behind the Plow by Leo Dangel I look in the turned sod for an iron bolt that fell from the plow frame and find instead an arrowhead with delicate, chipped edges, still sharp, not much larger than a woman’s long fingernail. Pleased, I put the arrowhead into my overalls pocket, knowing that the man who shot the arrow and lost his work must have looked for it much longer than I will look for that bolt. ******* Lori's notes: This poem is posted here courtesy of American Life in Poetry.
American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©1987 by Leo Dangel, whose most recent book of poems is The Crow on the Golden Arches, Spoon River Poetry Press, 2004. Poem reprinted from A Harvest of Words: Pine Hill Press, Inc., 2010, by permission of Leo Dangel and the publisher. *****
According to Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006: "South Dakota poet Leo Dangel has written some of the best and truest poems about rural life that I’m aware of."