In My Own Write

COTTONFIELDS, ORCHARD YIELDS ALFALFA, FRESHLY CUT ONE-TEN DEGREES AND BUMBLE BEES SCREEN DOORS, NEVER SHUT SHORT-SLEEVED SHIRTS, CLODS OF DIRT SUNBURN ON A FACE COUNTY FAIRS AND SWIMMING BARE A SECRET HIDING PLACE STARLIT NIGHTS, MOSQUITO BITES BULLFROGS ON A POND HORSES GRAZING, TIME FOR DAZING END OF SUMMER…GONE M. Clary 1962

RAIN, RAIN POURING DOWN FALLING SWIFTLY UPON THE GROUND PERKING UP THE FIELDS, THE FLOWERS MOMENTARILY, SOMETIMES FOR HOURS M. Clary 1961

"Old Man, Old Man Where are you from? Tell me about life When you were young." "The Buckeye State" 'What's that you say?' "Things were simpler Back in those days." "Old Man, Old Man What hurts you so?" "Children gone now that I'm old." "I'm ready to die now They no longer care. Life's not worth living No more can I bear." "Old Man, Old Man Open your mind! I care, Old Man I am your kind." M. Clary 1976

HE DID NOT HAVE A FAMILY WE NEVER KNEW HIS NAME HE DIDN'T CARE TO TELL US JUST FROM WHERE HE CAME HOWEVER, HE HAD ONE FRIEND A BOTTLE OF CHEAP WINE THAT HE KEPT TIGHTLY WRAPPED IN BROWNISH CLOTH AND TWINE SOME DAYS HE'D WORK VERY HARD MOSTLY, HE WOULD LAZE THERE WERE TIMES WE'D FIND HIM SLUMPED AND IN A DAZE THEN ONE DAY WE SAW HIM SMILE FOR SOMEONE CHOSE TO CARE INSIDE HIS JALOPY, A COOKIE TIN A NOTE: "WITH YOU THIS I SHARE" AS HE BIT INTO THE TREATS MUCH TO HIS SURPRISE WHAT HE THOUGHT WERE CHOCOLATE DROPS TURNED OUT TO BE MUD PIES THEN WE HEARD HIM LAUGH OUT LOUD THE TEARS SO FILLED HIS EYES SOON A GIFT CAME TO THE HOUSE AN APRON, LITTLE GIRL SIZE M.Clary 1963