As Sundays ’fore, he once again,
be pickin’ them wild roses.
He donned his best in hand-me-downs
an’ pocketed supposes.
He squared himself, took stock an’ stance,
what needin’s an’ obligin’s.
Laced up his boots with balin’ twine,
enhancin’ his horizons.
Rehearsed awhile in manly talk,
like Bogart in that movie.
An’ practiced, too, his dancin’ moves
to Pinetop's Boogie Woogie.
He mounted proud his trusty mule,
rode bareback into evenin’.
A whistlin’ some an’ smilin’ wide;
tonight, she’ll be receivin’.
When saw her there, a sat her porch
where she be sweet an’ charmin’.
A patchwork dress an’ ribbons frayed,
an’ bangles, she be wearin’.
The mule to graze left them to hug
and talked as do young lovers.
Ignored the ills of poverty,
a smooch to soothe their bothers
An’ them to take an’ stomp the porch,
don’ boogied ’till they weary.
They kissed goodnight when he to home
an’ they all sad an’ teary.
To ekin’ out another week
’till Sunday’s eve proposes.
When once again sat proud his mule
with a bunch of wild red roses.
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Tony Grannell (
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Tony a poem with atmosphere and wording to suit. A fave
Dear, Soren,
A happy couple and delighted you enjoyed their boogying.
Fond regards,
Tony.
Always a pleasure to read your work my friend have a wonderful day
Rhyming perfection, wordsmith in every sense, loved everything about this your imagery too. 🌹 And I love your title.
Dear, Teddy,
Light-footed yourself, I would imagine, a waltz perhaps or a tango - hahaha! Lovely to hear from you again.
All the best,
Tony.
As good a life as any other filled with its own rich detail recounted in your charmed verse, Tony.
Thoroughly enjoyed.
A good and rich life indeed, Dave, simple but honest in all. Delighted you enjoyed this one.
Wishing you all the very best,
Tony.
Tony, this one’s a delight. The rhythm and dialect carry so much characte...felt like watching the whole scene unfold on that porch. Oddly enough, it even reminded me of Barry Manilow’s "Boogie Woogie Fever"…was that what they were stompin’ to? 🤣 Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Dear, Tristan,
Well before Manilow's, Boogie Woogie but I would imagine their grandchildren stompin' to that one - hahaha! Delighted to hear from you again and wishing you all the very best.
Tony.
Fantastic stuff Tony
Lovely to hear from you, wren,
I am thrilled that you enjoyed this one. Thank you ever so much for the reading of and your fine response.
All the best,
Tony.
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