Willie Poem by L MILTON HANKINS

Folks say Willie ain't quite right
Searchin' for a woman in the dead of night.

Cane clackin' snappy on the hard road top
'Til sound in the bushes make Willie stop,
"That you woman? I'm a-comin', y'hear? "
Old mammy 'possum go scuttle in fear.

Ain't no lonesome like bein' alone
In a backwoods cabin, cold to the bone,
When the moon rises high and quiet settles down
'Specially if they's no one for miles around.

Kinfolk gone off to the busier places
Leavin' Willie with mem'ries of dry-stony faces,
An empty table, and slabs out back
Dust settlin' all over the smoky shack.

Folks say Willie ain't quite right
Searchin' for a woman in the dead of night.