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Touched by Madness

In the winding wood’s of Carolina;
There on pathway’s up and down.
Nestled neath the pines and green fronds.
He said our bodies would be found.

One hand held a pint of moonshine.
The other bore a twenty-two.
Hours of marching as he taunted.
His threats had always proven true.

He needed no excuse for madness.
His madness came and went with time.
A word, a look, or passing fancy.
There seemed no reason nor any rhyme.

Mother hid me behind her body.
Staying between he and I.
Saying,”Kill me if you must kill someone,
she’s just thirteen and too young to die.”

I walked pretending I was elsewhere.
Crying prayer’s out silently.
Knowing if he killed my Mother.
He’d turn the gun and then kill me.

Then just as quickly as it started;
He’d proved his point and he was done.
Said,” Let’s get home and fix some supper.”
Went to the truck and slid away the gun.

You wonder why I’m most times weary.
Or seem to write from some dark place.
This is just a page out of my history.
Once touched by madness; it leaves a trace.

                              c.d.m. 5-25-11

[46 years after the fact]

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Iney and Ben’s Business Adventure,

In the foothills of North Carolina,
sat a cabin a long time ago,
There lived a couple named Iney and Ben,
for how long I really don’t know,

The cabin of log sat flat on the ground,
rustic they’d call it today,
I wondered how it survived termites and time,
and hadn’t caved in with decay,

It sat beneath a canopy of pine trees,
which blocked the sun most of the day,
So the front yard was weeds and wild flowers,
and that red Carolina clay,

Near by sat a barn with a buckled roof,
shelter for the milk cow and hogs,
By the porch sat a cage for Whitey the skunk,
amidst chickens and countless hound dogs,

They had lived off that land raised five sons,
scratching out whatever they could,
Their only cash crop was tobacco,
some eggs and a few cords of wood,

They cooked on a woodstove used oil lamps,
they never had electricity,
Played fiddles and banjos to entertain,
enjoyed each other instead of T.V.,

One day down the cow path[ they had no driveway],
came a salesman with a smiling face,
They greeted him out on the porch with sweet tea,
asked,’Sir what brings you to this place’,

I’m here with ‘good news’ said the stranger,
and to bring you an opportunity,
I’ve brought you candy to sell in these parts,
and you then share the profit with me,

He opened the box that he carried,
it held candy of every kind,
Ben stood back thinking it over,
but Iney had made up her mind,

‘I’ll sell that candy fer ya feller’,
Iney spoke with a twinkle in her eye,
So Iney became ‘The Candy Lady’,
selling chocolate to all who passed by,

I lived up the mountain from Iney,
when I heard of what she had to sell,
My brother and I became customers,
we visited most days without fail,

We’d enjoy our purchase with Iney,
she’d have one with each that she sold,
One month passed by and the stranger returned,
to collect his vast pot of gold,

He told her how much that she owed him,
Iney counted then counted again,
She had only one fourth of the tally,
she questioned and looked up at Ben,

Ben smiled as he looked upon Iney,
said ‘You’re  wearing your profit, my dear’,
A drinker can’t make and sell whiskey,
cause the outcome is perfectly clear,

He pulled out his wallet paid the stranger,
said ‘Don’t come back, this way again’,
That ended Iney’s business adventure,
and that was ‘good news’ to Ben.

some names changed to protect the living,[me]

c.d.m.4-28-10

 

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