Paul Amrod

Gold Star - 14,090 Points (May 17th,1951 / Chateaugay, New York)

Summer Hayride - Poem by Paul Amrod

Rustlin‘ under the haystack
Playing a game of blackjack
Keeping our wits about us
Although it’s all hilarious
Giggling with a shot of moonshine
Hiding it in my knapsack
Heard about a party function
down at Petticoat Junction.
Playing a ritualistic heave and ho
for the old folks riding horseback.
The Rockabilly starts the motion
for a tincture and a potion.
Lackadaisically dreamily mystified
Wiping the sleep from my eyes
Ready to make an assumption
to joyfully playfully intertwine!
Keeping an optimistic atmosphere
with our hope to magically reappear
amidst the plain and glorious
lost in a state so crazily oblivious.
Rolling out the barrel and the carpet
The hustler proceeded to charm the harlot.
Kickin’ out the jams with you
Cookin’ up some yams and stew
Drinkin’ up that phantom brew
Get that wagon ready to move
Feelin’ so alive
Speakin’ no jive
Get the beehive
Out of my hair
Gimme a chance
Do a square dance
Got my new pants
Ready to wear
Liftin’ up the bales of hay
Put ‘em on the wagon train
Blue grass music we will play
to keep away the pourin’ rain.
Feelin’ so fine
Drinkin’ good wine
Make it dandelion
or nothing at all.
Hope we get drunk
Show me your spunk
Give me your funk
And we’ll have a ball
When we roll it right up
Your urge to strut
Will be hotter than the primal fire
I’ll be sayin’ please be my buttercup
If you say no
we’ll dosey-do
till you feel an overcoming desire.
Then you’ll be happy I got you so stirred up.
Every time we’ll meet will be playtime
and be as natural as a country breeze.
I’ll take on a summer hayride
and you’ll forget your miseries.
So kick up your feet and enjoy your booze
as the moon begins to rise.
We came up with a big surprise
So off on our summer hay ride
It is all open for us to choose
when and where we will arrive.
These pleasures await our taking
with a mild and soothing blues.


Topic(s) of this poem: paganism

Form: Blues Poem

Comments about Summer Hayride by Paul Amrod

  • Daniel Brick (11/27/2015 9:55:00 AM)

    This poem in tone and message seems to be the polar opposite of your other recent poems. It reads like a pagan celebration of the earth's fertility which also exalted human sexuality and placed human beings within a natural order that was in itself divine, that is, Pantheistic. The speaker of your poem certainly feels this pantheistic urge. Just to the right of this box I'm typing in, POEMHUNTER has a photograph of Walt Whitman. His poem I SING THE BODY ELECTRIC from his volume CHILDREN OF ADAM suggests a return to the Garden and innocence. He writes, (I WILL) DISCORRUPT THEM, AND CHARGE THEM FULL WITH THE CHARGE OF THE SOUL. That's Whitman's goal to unify soul and body into one being. And it is the philosophy underlying a celebration of the senses, as the poem's speaker feels it. But I doubt that young man reads Whitman to understand his excitement in a larger context. (Report) Reply

    Paul Amrod (11/27/2015 1:33:00 PM)

    Hi Daniel I always love this poem. It was also a song for the film Fame. I wrote this poem during the hippy revolution. There is another coming which is not so pagan but a hopping piece. Greetings, Paul

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 12, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, November 13, 2015

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