Little Teacher(Dedicated To Lenore Whitaker Wood (Christi) - Poem by Marianne Reninger
Your voice has gone the way
Of the whistle-stop and the mountain lion's cry
Of the dark shadows hanging over well-hidden hollars
Of the rattle-trap stills and the mule-drawn plow
Of the tobacco stake and the fattened sow.
Of the mandolin's trill and the fiddle's squeal
Of tobacco spit and the Blue Tick Heel.
That brave young girl travelling so far
From her feather-down bed and city church spire,
To teach those biscuit-faced babes in the woods,
All that she could; All that she could.....
Marianne Larsen Reninger
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