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Lonesome Water

Lonesome Water by Roy Helton DRANK lonesome water: Weren't but a tad then Up in a laurel thick Digging for sang; Came on a place where The stones was holler; Something below them Tinkled and rang. Dug where I heard it Drippling below me: Should a knowed better, Should a been wise; Leant down and drank it, Clutching and gripping The overhung cliv With the ferns in my eyes. Tweren't no tame water I knowed in a minute; Must a been laying there Projecting round Since winter went home; Must a laid like a cushion, Where the feet of the blossoms Was tucked in the ground. Tasted of heart leaf. And that smells the sweetest, Paw paw and spice bush And wild briar rose; Must a been counting And neighboring round Where angelica grows. The heels of the spruce pines, I'd drunk lonesome water, I knowed in a minute: Never larnt nothing From then till today; Nothing worth laming, Nothing worth knowing. I'm bound to the hills And I can't get away. Mean sort of dried up old Groundhoggy feller, Laying out cold here Watching the sky; Pore as a hipporwill, Counting up stars Bent like a grass blade; Till http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

Lonesome Water

Helton, Roy.
Appalachian Review , Volume 1 (3) – Jan 8, 1973
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by Roy Helton DRANK lonesome water: Weren't but a tad then Up in a laurel thick Digging for sang; Came on a place where The stones was holler; Something below them Tinkled and rang. Dug where I heard it Drippling below me: Should a knowed better, Should a been wise; Leant down and drank it, Clutching and gripping The overhung cliv With the ferns in my eyes. Tweren't no tame water I knowed in a minute; Must a been laying there Projecting round Since winter went home; Must a laid like a cushion, Where the feet of the blossoms Was tucked in the ground. Tasted of heart leaf. And that smells the sweetest, Paw paw and spice bush And wild briar rose; Must a been counting And neighboring round Where angelica grows. The heels of the spruce pines, I'd drunk lonesome water, I knowed in a minute: Never larnt nothing From then till today; Nothing worth laming, Nothing worth knowing. I'm bound to the hills And I can't get away. Mean sort of dried up old Groundhoggy feller, Laying out cold here Watching the sky; Pore as a hipporwill, Counting up stars Bent like a grass blade; Till

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Appalachian Review – University of North Carolina Press

Published: Jan 8, 1973

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