This is the literary weblog of Jeffrey W. Hull, M.D., a pediatrician. It is intended mainly as a place to maintain a collection of poetry created for the enjoyment of a few friends and as an archive for my family. All material is protected by US copyright.

Jeffrey Hull

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


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