Big ol' moon
Sittin' up there
Like Mama laid
A yeller an' orange plate
On her purple velvet
Dress.
Or maybe more like
Daddy when he sits
In the outhouse
At night
Door open wide
With the kerosene
Lantern on,
Readin' the Sears catalog
In the deep of the night.
Stories, Old Ragged Verse, Letters to and from mountain cousins by Storyteller and Appalachian Humorist Stephen Hollen. Enjoy the humor and bittersweet memories of Eastern Kentucky and a place where the mist crawls down the mountainside ''like molasses on a cold plate''
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Nearly Fall
Old squirrel's cuttin'
On a hickory nut
Up that tree
Just behind the house.
Sittin' here
I hear the constant
Crunch as he bites.
The cool of the night
Reminds him
And me
That leaves will be changin'
Birds'll soon fly
Nights grow colder
And quilts appear
On my bed
To comfort and warm.
Fall's a comin'
Nearly here.
Old friend, harvest buddy
Companion to the hunter.
Just wait,
Soon you'll be dancin'
Kickin' up the leaves
Doin' a promenade
In the fallen leaves.
On a hickory nut
Up that tree
Just behind the house.
Sittin' here
I hear the constant
Crunch as he bites.
The cool of the night
Reminds him
And me
That leaves will be changin'
Birds'll soon fly
Nights grow colder
And quilts appear
On my bed
To comfort and warm.
Fall's a comin'
Nearly here.
Old friend, harvest buddy
Companion to the hunter.
Just wait,
Soon you'll be dancin'
Kickin' up the leaves
Doin' a promenade
In the fallen leaves.
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