Lingerin Spring by Lavonne Westbrooks

"Lingerin Spring"

by Lavonne Westbrooks

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Take the road to the Hale farm
an go own past the Big Field.
They jist baled the hay yisterdee
an it's covered up with them redwings now.
After all them grasshoppers, I reckon.

Take the cutoff at the little wooden bridge
Don't worry, them cows don't cross the bridge.
It's too rickety fer them.

So's yer all alone.
The trees gets purty dense.
Almos seems like they is reachin fer you
an it's like the sunlight is goin
back the way it come.

The road ends afore you get to the hole
so you got to park and walk straight ahead.
There's a ghost of a trail
so's you cain't git lost.

It'll take ya bout twenny minutes
but it's a easy walk.
Suddenly you step out ownto
the edge of a gret, big, green bowl.

There's a mirror of clear, silver water
lyin still at the bottom.
I used to swim there nekked
win I was a kid

An I ain't never tolt
nobody about it
but you.

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