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  • The Weepin’ Willers

    Fried chicken, beans and taters, and shoo-fly pie for afters
    then took me to a snoozin’ some whilst waitin’ for the moon.
    On the porch where I in keepin’ with evenin’ in its sleepin’
    an’ the weepin’ willers weepin’, a melancholy tune.

    Awoken, the jitters, mid the hum of wingin’ critters;
    they’d rouse ya from yer slumber like them bankers rise yer blood.
    Twixt them an’ I beratin’, to liquor, I’d be takin’,
    to calm me consternation till me protests understood.

    Mellowed in me bourbon, to observe without disturbin’
    the stars when they appearin’ in a mess of stippled light.
    An’ the moon, she took to risin’ out yon, the far horizon,
    sure who’d be criticisin’ such a splendid summer’s night.

    I chewed me some tobaccy as would have done me pappy;
    still miss him some, for he up gone a long, long time ago.
    Mama too, the same old way, broke pa’s heart or so they say,
    buried them beneath the clay where the weepin’ willers grow.

    ’Twas I, who left in needin’ in the remnants of me grievin’,
    the mule an’ I, the hoe an’ scythe to till this blessed land.
    Though dress me evenin’s easy; whatever comes, let please me,
    if the reaper comes to seize me, well, I shall understand.

    I who of the moment in the mellow moon’s atonement,
    for wait I not, the morrow comes when I may be no more.
    Remember well, that lonesome cry, was lost on me ownsome, I,
    when she, as if like flotsam, aye, washed up upon me shore.

    Dressed in cloths of calico, all the way from Mexico,
    a maiden rare, a songstress and a lover of the moon.
    She took me hand an’ wedded me, pledged, loved an’ bedded me,
    when fevers came, she dead from me an’ buried her too soon.

    I’ll take me head to pillow for I the weary fellow,
    for much to much a thinkin’ ’bout, ’twould sink a man too deep.
    Yet deep is the sadness though I won’t allow the madness,
    remember them with gladness, let the weepin’ willers weep.


  • #2
    Tony, your poetry is always a pleasure to read!

    You display such wit, charm and musicality in every write, as you have done here.

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello Dwayne, I do sincerely thank you for your lovely response, most kind of you ,indeed. Fond regards, Tony.

  • #3
    A sorrowful tale splendidly told, in a timeless voice.

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello grant, Lovely to hear from you and thank you very much for such a fine response. Fond regards, Tony

  • #4
    Timeless. What a story and a joy to read even though it’s sad

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    • Tony Grannell
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      Hello AlexandratheLate, Sad indeed, but a fine fellow he is. Your words are very much appreciated. Do take care now, Tony.

  • #5
    I have difficulty carrying more than a few lines of dialect...here you've comprised an entire narrative and life story. Kudos Tony Grannell.

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    • Tony Grannell
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      Hello RhymeLovingWriter. I became very fond of the fellow whilst in the writing, good friends we became, so it was hard to say goodnight, hence, the length of the poem. Thank you very much for the kudos, most kind of you. Fond regards, Tony.

  • #6
    Tony, your ability to write through the sadness can elevate you and us through our lowest moments. Whether it’s sadness or joy, you are a masterful writer. Bottoms up Tony!

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    • Tony Grannell
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      Hello Bobby, Lovely to hear from you and that you are enjoying my stories gives me a great lift, for that, I am most grateful. My fond wishes to you and your family, Tony
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