April 9, 2014

I seen’t Granny a walkin’ down the holler
She done waved at me and I waved back
I remember how the look in her eye
Come back in the dark that night
And woke me plumb from sleep

I heard tell next day
Granny ain’t been home since that mornin’
Uncle Floyd done called the sheriff
But the sheriff said it was still a might early to start a worryin’

That was right about eight years ago
Ain’t no one heard hide nor hair from Granny since
I wonder often while I’m a driftin’ t’ sleep
How far she kept a walkin’
And if maybe
She’s a walkin’ still

Type: Poetry

Share this page on Twitter.