Willie Walker Poems

It is a dark and foreboding night.

The moon has run and hid its light
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The setting sun in the winter skies
Reflected dimly in the old man's eyes.
On a patio porch in a plastic chair
Close beside him his dog lay there.
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Night Terrors

Whippoorwill calls in the swamp at night,
Lonely soul, flies it's fluttering flight.
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Little Baby, Little Toy,
Daddy's Darling, Momma's Joy.
Sleeping Quietly, Angel Eyes,
Never Laughing, Never Cries.
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The Chattahoochee River is muddy and deep,
Rolls restless in her bed, and never sleeps.
She churns, whirls, and sometimes creeps,
But the Chattahoochee River never sleeps.
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Grandpa was apt to play when Grandma was away.
She went to Florida with her siblings for to stay.
Grandpa shined his boots and donned a new white shirt.
He slicked down his hair and made sure his hat was square.
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Beyond yonder hill is a golden glow that beckons you see,

Where a wilderness awaits and where someday I must be,
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