Stone County Spring

Dang if she did’n run off
That gal-
Looks so sweet and all
But she can traipse down the ridge
And disappear quicker ‘n a wild hog
Left me here
Cryin’ in the ice and snow
And jes look at them poor old daffs
Layin’ down liken they was dead
But she’ll be back, I reckun
Yep, no doubt about it
She’ll saunter in here
Lookin’ all innocent
And fresh as a new born calf
Smellin’ of lilacs and dog roses
With a circle of sweet grass in her hair
You bet she’ll be back
Actin’ like she had no idea
We was lookin’ for her
Spring – oh, yeah, she’ll be back.

4 thoughts on “Stone County Spring

  1. Hi. Charming!!! I love the ‘voice’. This captures all the worries of mothers over kids late to the table, all worries of boyfriends whose girlfriends have flounced off, and is a great metaphor for this spring (which, for us, walked off about a week ago). I like this best of all your poems and I like most of them very much… Jane

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