Friday, June 17, 2005
Two miles past the WalMart
You take the second right;
Turn off on County 415
(It's just a sign, no light).
Ten or twelve miles up that road
You'll come to Walker's Trace;
Go left at Terry's Gas'n'More —
It's four miles to her place.
You'll see a pretty farmhouse,
It's shaded by some oaks;
That's where she lives with Luke and Bill
(Her brothers) and her folks.
Just look out from her parents' porch
I think you'll understand
Why Jenny’s folks would live up there
And why they'd farm that land.
Some say the land is not the best
You couldn't tell by lookin';
And you’re not leavin' 'til you're full
With Jenny's Mama's cookin'.
I met her down at Albertville,
Construction job one summer;
I kept her picture tucked inside
The visor of my Hummer ...
They're teachin' me to walk again;
I've still got one good eye —
My arms are strong, it won't be long
'Til I'll be droppin' by.
I'll use that Army GI Bill
And get some education;
I guess they owe a guy that much
For fightin' for his nation.
I'm sorry Jack, for talkin' so,
I guess I've really rambled;
With all that's happened recently
My mind's a little scrambled.
Don't tell Jenny everything,
I think that would upset her;
The docs ‘round here are really good —
They'll get me lookin' better.
If you could drive out to her place
That sure would plum delight me;
And check she's got my right address —
I just wish she would write me.
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull