Sunday, January 22, 2012

Poetry Skills Exercise: Rewriting "The Pine Barrens"



Task One:
The Pine Barrens once had their own particular witch.
Pineys put salt over their doors to discourage visits from the Witch of the Pines,
Peggy Clevenger.
It was known that she could turn herself into a rabbit,
For a dog was once seen chasing a rabbit and the rabbit jumped through the window of a house and there-in the same instant, in the window-stood
Peggy Clevenger.
On another occasion, a man saw a lizard and tried killing it by crushing it with a large rock.
When the rock hit the lizard, the lizard disappeared and
Peggy Clevenger
Materialized on the spot and smacked the man in the face.
Clevenger is a Hessian name; Peggy had lived in Pasadena, another of the now vanished towns, about five miles east of Mt. Misery.
It was said that she had a stocking full of gold.
Her remains were found one morning in the smoking ruins of her cabin, but there was no trace of the gold

Task Two:
The Pine Barrens had a witch
Her name was Peggy Clevenger
Salt was used by Pineys
In order for visits to discourage her
A rabbit, and lizard though different they may be
Both were forms of Peggy Clevenger
Who was said to live east of Mt. Misery
The rumors were she had a stocking of gold
But when her remains were found one day
It was found to be just a story told


Task One:
We had come to a clearing where thousands of blue-berry bushes grew
In the center of it was the packing house-a small, low building with open and screenless windows on all sides
In front of it was a school bus marked “Farm Labor Transport.”
The driver stood beside his bus; he was a tall and amiable-looking man, with bare feet, he wore green trousers and a T-shirt
The end of the working day had come.
Pickers were swarming around a pump-old women, middle-aged men, a young girl; a line was waiting to use an outhouse near the pump.
Inside the packing house, berries half an inch thick were rolling up a portable conveyor belt and, eventually, into pint boxes
Charlie’s sister was packing the boxes; Charlie’s daughter-in-law was putting cellophane over them and Charlie’s son Jim was supervising the operation.
Charlie picked up a pint box in which berries were mounded high, and he told me with disgust that some supermarket chains knock off these mounds of extra berries and put them in new boxes, getting three or four extra pints per twelve-box tray.
At one window, pickers were turning in tickets of various colors, and they were given cash in return
One picker, who appeared to be at least in his sixties, tapped Charlie on the arm and showed him a thick packet of tickets held together with a rubber band.
“I found these,” the man said. “They must have fallen out of your son’s pockets.” He gave the packet to Charlie, who thanked him and counted the tickets.
Charlie said, “These tickets are worth seventy-five dollars.”

Task Two:
The packing house stood in the clearing,
Sticking out against the thousands of blueberries that grew all around
A small building that would soon come to the life with the ending of the day
When the pickers brought back their blue treasures from the ground

“Farm Labor Transport” marked the side of an awaiting bus
It’s driver standing guard nearby
His wait would be long as the pickers unload their days work
And for the outhouse and pump stood in line

Inside the house, berries were everywhere
They were on conveyor belts, in boxes, rolled then packed
In disgust Charlie tells me what sometimes happens at markets
The mounds get knocked off and in extra boxes to gain more profit stashed

A family business or so it seemed
Charlie’s sister packed the boxes, his daughter-in-law then followed with cellophane
And Charlie’s son Jim was deemed
To supervise the operation

To determine one’s wage,
Tickets were given
At the end of the day
You would receive your provision

One lone picker approached Charlie with care,
He handed Charlie a wad of tickets “I found these,” he declared
Thanking the man, the tickets he counted
“These tickets were worth seventy-five dollars” he amounted

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