Child in a shed

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Child in a shed

Postby Ierrellus » Tue Dec 14, 2021 1:32 pm

Rain on a tin roof sounded
Lullaby,
And I fell asleep
As grandma's Victrola
Played--
"Pharoah's army got drownded.
O Mary don't you weep,"
And I was no longer afraid.
Sweet sounds drowned out
My fear and doubt.
"We must love one another or die." W.H.Auden
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From the mad poet of McKinley Ave.
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Re: Child in a shed

Postby Ierrellus » Tue Dec 21, 2021 3:06 pm

In the summertime my brother and I spent our nights in the tin-roofed shed behind the house. I was nine.
The furniture there was sparse--a bed and grandma's old record player. I remember all the records still. The one mentioned, "Oh Mary Don't You Weep", is a negro spiritual, dating back to around the time of the Civil War. In a much later time my mentor, who was in her eighties, sang for me verses of that song I never Knew.
If you have never slept under a tin roof when it was raining, you missed one fine source of peace. The old records became precious memories.
"We must love one another or die." W.H.Auden
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