R.V. In A Barn
'Why don't we have a house
On a hill like that, Jim? '
'We're paying off the R.V.,
Maude.'
Hill she got, wooden house, land.
Laying chickens, tomato garden.
Friendliest neighbors, swapping recipes.
Jim settled in. By degrees.
Fields laying fallow. R.V. in the barn.
Maude stirred pots. Bisquits warm, high,
Slathered in honey, inside and out.
Still, her Jim had a nasty doubt.
Maude's new song would age too soon.
Manhatten's Avenues yelling, demanding,
'Come back! Back! Clothes. Jewels.
You'll miss the condo, never those mules! '
She got a rusted plowshare, hammer, chisel.
Jim bought seeds, boots. No eyebrows raised.
Spring answered all, on their red-soil lands...
Boots, Holly Hobbie Bonnets, calloused hands
Made one year come and fifty go,
With quilts, chimney days, crops to spare.
Jim and Maude, rockered, swapping stories,
Forgot their R.V., covered in morning glories.
Elysabeth
What do you think of an Appalachian poem?
i think that life was hard back then but it was simple also.
Reply:Interesting poetic story. No disrespect intended to Appalachians, but as a New Yorker, I can't think of anything more horrible for me than living in the hills, growing crops and making quilts.
Reply:You painted a perfect image of it with your words.
Reply:I really like it, but then I'm an Appalachian girl myself.
Reply:not exactly my style, i can't seem to find the beat. you need to find a way to arrange the syllables into some sort of rhythm, the one good thing i can say is that its descriptive
Reply:This is fantastic. I love the idea of the forsaking of the grandeur of travel for the simple life. But then again, I'm a complete and total country girl...*sigh*
Reply:I thought it was good
Reply:The world is too much with us; late and soon
getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
Little we see in nature that is ours;
we have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
That's all I can remember, but I think the point is well made. It's what I immediatly thought of when reading this.
Reply:Hi Elyslund,
It was okay i like your other poems a lot better.. Everyone has their own taste in poems My Friend..
A Friend,
poppy1
Reply:Elyslund
Sounds as though the writer of this is missing something. Possible somewhere they would rather be. But yet doesn't want to let someone else down. Or possibly hurt someone feelings.
J
Reply:I really enjoyed and I could put myself right there in those green hills of Georgia or Arkansas. Makes me want to grab the banjo and do some pickin'.
Reply:Nice. I love the details and the imagery that only an experienced reader like yourself could muster.
plant gifts
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