Sunday, January 18, 2015



My mother after she left my dad
Rented a room with Country
Folk, Hill-Billies who played
Music we’d never learned.
Taking the bus to school
(I was ten) I’d mimic
It in my mind.

In Kunsan we had
A small group, a guitar,
Harmonica, and I would
Sing nostalgic songs
About the girls
Back home who
Wouldn’t wait.

Later Susan from back
There liked Country
And I let her be.  We
Live in a rural town now.
I have a shotgun and
But we don’t get

Good reception:
Mountains block everything,
I don’t hear as well
As I used to and can’t
Sing as well either.
Maybe if I liked Country
No one could tell.

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