Dear Adaline,
Did you hear my call -
and do you ever miss at all:
our Sundays on the porch steps -
my name just slipping off of your lips?
It's 6pm I'm all alone,
you left me so I'm on my own -
I left a message - did you hear? -
I guess if not I'll leave it here.

Your poetry was too offbeat.
The words you spoke, places we'd meet -
I tore them all out of my brain,
still they cross my mind--
time, time again.
Your sloppy hugs, your breath so sweet -
sweet, so shallow in my sheets.
Our love was all so clumsy, see -
even oak branches release leaves:
200 years, from 80 feet.

But you did not just release me -
you threw me out to clumsy seas.
The tide was rough, the ocean screamed -
and so did I between your teeth.
You chewed me like you didn't care -
your heart was gone, no love was there.
I know it was a short affair -
but Adaline, I was so scared.

them Tennessee mountains
live in his marrow's core*
them Tennessee mountains
are the place he'll always adore

it's time for that Tennessee boy
to get on back to feel its welcoming air
he so wants be amid
the mountain's wilderness of peachy fair

there his roots do belong
grounded in every splendid furlong
he's been away from this homely hearth
roaming an unsated path

Adaline his sweet gal
waits in Tennessee
she'll greeting him with a kiss
under the crab apple tree
in her arms is where
he'll ever stay
cause she's the darling
who abides in his heart's cay

he's been dreaming of returning
to hear a blue jay's refrain
that calls in the mountains
with a sunlit twain

them Tennessee mountains
beat in his *****'s emotion
their soulful essence
*so blissful of devotion