Simple synopsis:
the oldest ragdoll.

Children of the fifties:
loved in the same way.

Leaf by leaf all roses fall:
still acres of stones grow.

Lights in kitchen windows:
rising fawns, fiery mystery.

We missed most at twilight:
fifty years of Saturday nights.

Roses from the garden of girls:
The waves, voices of the South.

When the one you love forgets:
meet me tonight in dreamland.

Seeking Corn Mother’s wisdom:
precipitations of narrow houses.

Southern voices in all directions:
other forgotten folks back home.

Kindred told by Ole Spry herself:
Life’s down to old women’s shoes.

The whole world seems to change:
big blocks, slavery, and its legacies.

When the roses of summer are gone:
The shaky earth becomes Motherland.

Let’s be the same old-time sweethearts:
walk valley paths in hearts of Old Hickory.

America shows her colors in black and white:
down among the sun-kissed hills of Tennessee.

When shadows make all that’s twilight fade away,
old flames still sing out: let me call you sweetheart.

So close your eyes and answer: Is there a land of love?

. . . . .

Found poem by Susan Powers Bourne
Sourced from Women Poets of Tennessee







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