Er
It surely changes a word
For I’m not sad when I waller
A hollow is geomorphologic
A holler is a home
Life blood, flowing water
Quiet down now feller
No need to holler
Let’s fly a June bug
Pick wormwood
Night crawler
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Clever!
Poems like this kind of make me wish I’d grown up, at least partially, in a holler. They just seem to have such a unique energy I can only tap into vicariously. Thank you for sharing.
Love it!
Zoubds!
Great sounds and images.
I love this poem and its play on language and memory in so many delightful ways!
Lovin’ this voice!
Clever and well done!
Love the sounds here, the last stanza is especially rich and fun