Stirred the cobble, tried my best
From host of one, to many guests...

Rose Hill (Lilibonelle...

Autumn, nineteen forty-three,
my eyes have seen death...

I am from Y'all and Yonder
every day of the week...

May the joy of memories past
drown your times of Sorrow...

Finally!
My workday is done...

Every August without fail
it has come to visit me...

Though my hips be wide
perhaps they have birthed a genius...

Crayons possess a magic
from childhood expertise...

Freedom of speech
Be careful what you say...

Trying to find comfort from an uneasy sleep
Finally, through bloodshot eyes I peep...

Crescent moon canted
trove of stars its bed...