C in Country 17
My memaw used to teach me the words
to “Rocky Top,” how to clog my feet
like a wind-up doll. I loved
to holler my keen voice high–still
do–to the Osborne Brothers and other old songs,
though my feet nowadays are more clod
than clog, more like the dirt on the farm
outside than something that could produce
a dance, a beauty in motion.
I love the imagery of “clog my feet like a wind-up doll.”
Even if you feel like your feet can’t dance, your words certainly do!
I love that you used the word “holler”.