Lawd, chile, we be sittin on dis heah black bayou
seems like forever...might well be forever...cause
who know Time don't stand still fer us, and go
on its way fer other folks? It's okay, though...
done invited Time in fer supper tonight...
cause it gonna need sheltering
from dat Ida...a'spittin and a'hissin
up toads dis heah way.
And dis heah ole shack'a mine done been
thru 'em all. Das right.
Dat hussy can screech all she want.
And all she gonna get is
Red Cypress boards....
standin tall.
What choo want fer supper?
Sausage and tater salad
be fine wid me too.
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I would like to translate this poem
Elysabeth, loved it. Regards, Ian