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Appalachian Chronicles

Appalachian Chronicles ET ^ « '\ Sl -*- s« %. \ /O ? \ r 7M Sv f( W; '¦ I fc ïf *f ztfflÁa/ac/tám ^oÁ/tcnic/ea by Betty James There beside the road, the daisies bloom, And he walks stiff-legged, Maybe knowing he has grown old walking these roads, Seeing the winters come and go, and summers, and time Taking him nowhere. He had a cat once. It chased a squirrel inside the walls And got hung there, And when he took the axe to cut it out, he killed the goddamned thing. Not meaning to. It just happened that way. He missed that cat, though, now it was gone. He didn't like anybody. Especially not Democrats, And not cows, and he hated mules, And most times, he didn't care what month or day or year it was. People liked to talk about the weather, How bad the next winter was going to be, or how hot the summer was. Hell, he didn't care. All that as little use as knowing how to read or write. He let on to everyone he had a girlfriend somewhere, And maybe he did, and maybe he didn't, Walking the road to see her http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

Appalachian Chronicles

Appalachian Review , Volume 8 (2) – Jan 8, 1980

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Copyright © Berea College
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1940-5081
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Abstract

ET ^ « '\ Sl -*- s« %. \ /O ? \ r 7M Sv f( W; '¦ I fc ïf *f ztfflÁa/ac/tám ^oÁ/tcnic/ea by Betty James There beside the road, the daisies bloom, And he walks stiff-legged, Maybe knowing he has grown old walking these roads, Seeing the winters come and go, and summers, and time Taking him nowhere. He had a cat once. It chased a squirrel inside the walls And got hung there, And when he took the axe to cut it out, he killed the goddamned thing. Not meaning to. It just happened that way. He missed that cat, though, now it was gone. He didn't like anybody. Especially not Democrats, And not cows, and he hated mules, And most times, he didn't care what month or day or year it was. People liked to talk about the weather, How bad the next winter was going to be, or how hot the summer was. Hell, he didn't care. All that as little use as knowing how to read or write. He let on to everyone he had a girlfriend somewhere, And maybe he did, and maybe he didn't, Walking the road to see her

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Appalachian ReviewUniversity of North Carolina Press

Published: Jan 8, 1980

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