| West Virginia Son |
| a sonnet by Dave Payne, Sr. |
| Had I stayed in Clendenin, I could have swabbed a toilet, Scraped dead critters off the highway Or taken a slug in the chest for Go Mart. Looking for work, I went to the land of Swimming pools and movie stars. But at night, I think of nothing but Mountain sunsets, deer munching on clover Catfishing the Elk, the girls on Dutch Ridge. Flyfishing the Cranberry, sipping Jim Beam On my neighbor's front porch, and high school football. And a tormenting voice calls to me in my dreams, "West Virginia son, come home. The mountains forgive." |
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| Last edited 12/28/01 |
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