Scott Whitby, 2023 It was the first day of summer. I fell asleep comforted in the idea that I was free of school and early mornings and...

Scott Whitby, 2023 Me and Daddy hoed cotton every summer, all summer. He took eight rows, I took two. He stayed ahead of me and I was...

Scott Whitby, 2023 I first remember working When I was six years old Sick and tired and burning sun In more cotton than I could hoe I...

Scott Whitby, 2020 Just clear the spot Then string a line And dig the holes For a fence so fine! Was it that easy? Or could it have been...

Scott Whitby, 2020 Such dread Barely less than fear The cows are out I thought the fence was clear Phone rings Late Sunday night They're...

Scott Whitby, 2020 I remember work I remember what it was I remember how it felt Didn't like it just because Five years old Garden full...

Scott Whitby, 2020 Who roofed that roof, so tight? Nails sunk in, full of might Why that oak? Why so dense? Why not poplar, so less...