A Pair of Poems About Music
Oh, Susanna! My head is in the mountains where she’ll be commin’ around any minute now, to take me away
Two Poems by Harold Whit Williams
It's time to rise and shine, old Haleyville! The morning jockey yelps into a mike That twangs his tinny tenor to the hills
A Pair of Poems by Harold Whit Williams
I barely know the song. My fingers feel Like fuzzy okra pods as Jon asserts His snare into the bridge. Then Flip reveals His family genes and belts aloud those notes
A Valdosta Pastoral
by Harold Whit Williams Colbert County, Alabama 1980 We stroll these tracks beside the Memphis road. We laugh and toss some clods against an oak That stood when Davis donned a dress and stowed