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.
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Observations from the Garden
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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
oh i like much…so charming….yeah..can’t wait for her to come back…smiles
ha. disappear quicker n’a hog…that is for sure…she’ll be back actin like she had no idea…lol…yes, you captured her well…this was a hoot…smiles.
I just love this! I laughed as I read it, and it made the sad dripping gutters seem less permanent! She will return….