LETTERS From CAMP Rehoboth |
Poetry |
LOWLY When I tell you that my leg hurts What I'm saying is that I don't know much And when I eat everything for dinner Even celery What I'm really doing is thinking about some pink vacation Come on go with me If I look pale It's probably because The beans out front need weeding If I slip and stutter It's due to the mean streak in dogs Nothing has much to do With what is what or How I feel except Fish tails flapping in a bucket I shouldn't even try to explain What it's like right now When there's so little call to. -- Hiram Larew |
LETTERS From CAMP Rehoboth, Vol. 9, No. 4, May 7, 1999 |