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By: Ardis E. Parshall - July 16, 2013


By Lucy Russell Scott

Shucks! There aint no use o’ bein’ afraid o’ life’s shadders.
We jist can’t see, that’s all.
I recollect when I wuz a kid, one pitch
Black night, a goin’ along
Frum Aunt Liza’s pasture gate t’ ourn;
My heart wuz poundin’ like all git out,
The moanin’ trees reached long black
Skeleton hands at me;
‘N the wind wuz a blowin’ me off’n my feet
In t’ a roarin’ torrent, black ‘n deep.
Then sumpin grabbed me an held on tight
‘N I let out a beller, an’ like t’ died,
When right in front of me opened wide a door
An the light streamed out –
An Dad sed, “Is that you, son?”
‘N say! the thing that wuz holdin’ me
Wuz jist some thorn uv a red rose tree
That wuz scented ‘n perfumed, an sweet t’ see
‘N the waters that made me so afraid
Wuz a purty pool where the gold fish played.
So, say I, there aint no use a bein’ afraid
O’ life’s shadders.
We jist can’t see.,



1 Comment »

  1. Clever.

    Comment by David Y. — July 16, 2013 @ 3:35 pm

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