The Way Out
Posted: February 12th, 2021, 8:56 am
I wrote this poem November 4, 2007
Ed's poem about his grandson sparked my memory
this was written from the perspective of the grandson
and I had no one in particular in mind, it was
more an amalgam of people I knew.....thanx Ed....I had to search for this....now I need to write one for my grandson
The Way Out
We walked in the tall corn
flapping waves of grain
like those tv ads at three a.m.
when channel 9 goes off the air
and I would have surely been lost
if it were not for granddaddy's
knowing footprints
to place my tiny boot inside
He told me stories hour upon hour, sang
Mississippi John Hurt songs
as we slipped in and out of the stalks,
Blue Harvest Blues, Oh Mary
Don't You Weep. Cow Hooking Blues,
and he talked like he sang. a blue streak....
his soft raspy voice flew over the fields
like the black magpies in July
I told him I was scared, 'cause I couldn't see
where I was going and he picked me up
by my overall straps and cradled me
in his farmer arms....kept on a walkin'
whisperin' all along to me...." When fear
gets to playin' your mind boy just remember
that fear is nuthin' but a dream, That Love
is the real thing, and love will make
a mountain cat turn tail, run back inside
his grotto....Hell son, a bad man would sooner
wrassle a pack of coyotes than mess with a man
with love in his heart...You'll be alright boy...
Keep the truth on your tongue
and a song in your heart....and you will always find your way.
Ed's poem about his grandson sparked my memory
this was written from the perspective of the grandson
and I had no one in particular in mind, it was
more an amalgam of people I knew.....thanx Ed....I had to search for this....now I need to write one for my grandson
The Way Out
We walked in the tall corn
flapping waves of grain
like those tv ads at three a.m.
when channel 9 goes off the air
and I would have surely been lost
if it were not for granddaddy's
knowing footprints
to place my tiny boot inside
He told me stories hour upon hour, sang
Mississippi John Hurt songs
as we slipped in and out of the stalks,
Blue Harvest Blues, Oh Mary
Don't You Weep. Cow Hooking Blues,
and he talked like he sang. a blue streak....
his soft raspy voice flew over the fields
like the black magpies in July
I told him I was scared, 'cause I couldn't see
where I was going and he picked me up
by my overall straps and cradled me
in his farmer arms....kept on a walkin'
whisperin' all along to me...." When fear
gets to playin' your mind boy just remember
that fear is nuthin' but a dream, That Love
is the real thing, and love will make
a mountain cat turn tail, run back inside
his grotto....Hell son, a bad man would sooner
wrassle a pack of coyotes than mess with a man
with love in his heart...You'll be alright boy...
Keep the truth on your tongue
and a song in your heart....and you will always find your way.
