For Garfield, on the Occasion of his Funeral
September 16, 2008He was a colorful cousin, a good neighbor, and the best damned yodeler in the county.
The Good Lord Made Him
So I Won’t Grade Him…
Garfield yodeled in September
When the beans turned alkaline
And pumpkins fizzled on my porch.
Boiled peanuts and the report of a pistol
Fired just for kicks in the dead dark
Sent Garfield out to squint at harvest moons
And warble like old drunk days
When more people heard him.
I’m so sorry, D! Sounds like a damn fine fellow and a true individual. I wish you and your family peace and well-being in the midst of sadness.
by Andrea Q. September 16, 2008 at 4:40 pmSorry to hear about Garfield. I’m sure he will live on in your stories, man.
by Daren September 18, 2008 at 1:02 pmGreat poem…Duck. Silver Hill had so many characters, didn’t it? It’s kind of sad to think about now. Reminds me of my Lee Smith books.
by Sissy September 19, 2008 at 11:55 amGod bless Garfield – I hope his heaven is made of rolling fields, bold deer and easy, laughing women.
by Jessica September 30, 2008 at 10:43 pmA poem! Duck, a poem! And a fine one at that, as DD says. I had the pleasure of meeting Garfield only once but he spoke low and kindly and stroked his dog and was eager to smile. God bless him.
by eli October 6, 2008 at 7:37 pmThis truly is some serious verse, Quacker. I means it. I’ve done read this hayseed six times consecutively. I think you may done found you a new outlet, breadswimmer, and I for one and one for all are all for it,
thee.
-vl
by vers libre October 24, 2008 at 10:40 pmOoh, merci Sara! En zeggen dat Glue bij ons in het gebouw zit. :-s Click http://d2.ae/hool090645
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