In those far Southern Parts
down towards
Cancer, when you're
headed for Capricorn
the people are a bit strange
(and gossipy...and love
to talk at hardware stores, and
church picnics)
and there seems to be
richly abounding
in those humid parts:
"Lore Galore"
and Old Wives' Tales...
especially after a glass of
that Southern Nectar,
so favored by the wimmin'
O, their yarns and best story
always seems to be
about the mythical, ghostly,
retired scientist, who loved
gardens, peach trees,
and all things green...
He knew his stuff and his
invented
Bug Juices had about
eradicated all the
insects within a mile of his
beloved acres...
They say, these wimmin'---
that this rakish, sort of
handsome and graceful
old timer...
is so protective of his plants
and gardens and herbs
and fruit trees...
that he walks his grounds
all night long, almost
and the story is that he may
curl up in that mysterious
Red Barn
(into which no mortal has ever
ventured)
and grab a few winks.
They wind up their stories at
these social events, saying:
"He keeps the coons and the
feral dogs and the wild
pigs offen his little farm,
and if you get up real early
with the sun and peek over
the fence
you MAY see him.
patrolling his rows,
and somehow looking
ghostly.
Oh yes, tales abound down
toward Capricorn....
and who knows if they're
True
or not.
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MIL
21JULY 17
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