Old Man Of The Bayous Poem by elysabeth faslund

Twas an ole man...dunno his name right off...
Lived in one dem mud/redwood timber
Shacks...dey had dem down de bayou back
Them....

Nevah had no famly, cept those dat would
Come an prays fus a while...nevuh stayed
Long...jes as well, nevuh wanted em to...

Fished, trapped, hunted....oh, no! Not no
Church...Sundays was his, like every day...
Like his every day...dey founds him too..

Wid some ole, ole book under his arm...
In his bed, ole scrappy bed. Book had
De names of his Father, his Mother,

His children...his childrens' names
Underlined...and,
One little heart
By each name.