let me tell you about the 'Country'
MY BARE COUNTRY FEET know the coolness of the fresh turned Earth behind a mule in the spring garden......seeing a fat black snake make a run through the high grass...the smell of the thick, funky, sweet rot of the Louisiana soil...rabbits zig zagging thru the weeds and briars...the huge old plantation bell starts to ring back and forth…bong…bong…bonnnng…3 notes ringing for supper…just the one…
when
supper was getting’ ready.
NOW
DON'T GET ME wrong, we took algebra and wore shoes and listened
to Hendrix & Cat Stevens & all but our farm was so far out in the
sticks . . .
we had to head towards town . . .
to go hunting .
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