#cityrural
Well, in discussions since, I'm torn only because I cherish socializing, though I abhor the city.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMLXXII)
Out where twa rivers meet, or rather thence
Lo, at the top of that peninsla's tail,
In Calhoun County where farm houses hail
At scattered intervals, with half a sense
Of sheer depression hard in tow fr'intents,
They show me where folk lived sans plumbing's scale
As twere of "civ'lized," cell phone service frail,
Point out the pump: an outhouse their defense.
I ask how long they lived thus, and that's poor,
Cuz "all their lives!" (the answer) sez what? to
Me in effect? I canna say. We tour
Their property by A.T.V., the view
Romantic in its backwoods' fashion. Were
I thinking what, that all half seems tae woo?
18May19d
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC