5.03.2012

man, the dancing couple

They're awesome, wicked awesome,
two-stepping amongst the hippies,
swaying to the uke jams & diggin'
the fiddles, they's high on life
& anything goes here but whippets.

But what about the dancing couple?
Where'd they come from? Oh he's IT
for sure, she's somebody's Girl
Friday Executive Assistant & such.

Or maybe they ain't playing no role
'cept they lost all their corn, &
can't pay back no loan with no corn.

That dude looks a bit Amish, man.
Didn't the Amish grow corn? I mean,

This is Pennsylvania. And whatnot.

Pass me that jug,
----I wanna get high,
--------here in these cornfields,
------------where accordions flyyyy--




Written in celebration of the life of Levon Helm, my occasional music prompt over at Real Toads. "I raised myself, heh."

33 comments:

  1. This is great! Captures the heart of the music, and those who sing it.

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  2. That is a great song....and how cool is your poem. Growing up in this kind of lifestyle, makes me sad and a little nostalgic. Summers of buckin' bales and detasseling corn, hopur long lunches with homemade jelly and bread and a short nap in the shade of the cottonwood trees. Rough life...but good life. Great writing and cool challenge.

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  3. i actually used to have a photo of this dancing couple that i really wish i could find.

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  4. This made me smile...I could just 'hear' it being sung/said out loud. Lovely capture of the man, his music style and, your prompt!

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  5. fun. i question your "country"-ness (cuz i know ur a true blood liberal Yank), but still a joy. ;)

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  6. i grew up in appalachia just like you!

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    1. there's a big diff between appalachia above the mason dixon line and below it. i luv ya, but you're a Yank, through and through.

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    2. okay, but there's country up here too, mister.

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    3. oh i know. where we got collards and tomatoes, you got rhubard and Brussel sprouts. It's country, but it ain't. hahaha

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    4. don't forget the asparagus!

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  7. This is great, Marian... I incorporated corn (and a few other things from the song) in mine, too.

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  8. Oh, your voice is spot-on! Enjoyed it - and the funny comments too!

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  9. A light-hearted poem, Marian! Effectively enjoyable when read aloud. Great write!

    Hank

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  10. Loved this, and got a great giggle out of your back-and-forth with the southerner about vegetables. LOL
    Apalachia north or south of the Mason-Dixon line. Oh yeah, rather like Albertans, amongst whom I live, and British Columbians, of which I was born one. :)
    This was a great day at The Toads, Marian. Thanks.
    K

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  11. I enjoyed this and could actually hear this as extended lyriacl verse in the song! Great one!!

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  12. thanks, folks. i was writing about a real couple who would always come, year after year, to a music festival i used to attend religiously. levon didn't play there (too small) but the focus of the festival was Americana/roots music. this couple always two-stepped, in and out and around all the hippies swaying. they were a mainstay, well known to everyone. i wish i still had the photo of them i saved for years, they were just incredible to watch. so i made up a little story about them to honor levon.

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  13. You honored this couple in fine fashion ... great poem! I also enjoyed the back and forth between you and that old southerner.

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  14. he is SO not old, he just acts crotchety. but you should check out his very fine poems at www.southernmusings.wordpress.com

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  15. This is fun, Marian. Dancing is what music is for--even if you're two-stepping--which is actually kind of fun in an anal sort of way--and not nearly as bad as the river dance stuff or anything...which actually a lot of American folk dance probably comes from--but I digress! As usual.Loved the feel of this, and glad Levon Helm means this to you,that his life moved out of the dark of the sixties and into the light of what peace and liove really mean. So many never made it that far.

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    1. yes, you are so right about that.

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  16. I grew up in farm country where dreams were planted as deep as the crops...Keep dancing and writing!

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  17. Musically fine poem, my friend!!! Dancin' and steppin' and all the rest --- great write!!!

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  18. :) glad yinz like it 'nat.

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  19. Loved your story poem about the couple. Thanks again for the Levon Helm prompt too. Sorry mine was late, but the weekend was tied up with taking a class I actually had to pay attention to!

    On another note, how about a music prompt for us girls of the 70s? I've been obsessed with old Heart songs lately. And they're not even dead yet! You could write to a classic song (Dreamboat Annie, Magic Man, Barracuda), being a female in a male dominated arena, dealing with a sister (or another female), body image issues, or any other number of things. Just an idea.

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  20. hmmmmm. 70's gals? sure thing. taking it under advisement :)

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  21. The pictures makes it, Marian! Really contextualizes your words.

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    1. aren't they gorgeous? they could REALLY dance. my friend Justin took that photo, he is a terrific photographer and can really capture the essence. aw!!! i'm so happy to see it, he just now unearthed the photo from storage. :)

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  22. The picture makes the words come to life..and I was tapping my foot as I read, you brought me the MUSIC!!!

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  23. Oh your poem got my foot tapping and my face smiling.
    Thank you.
    NAILED IT!

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  24. gosh this seriously makes me want to head out to that music festival this year!
    thanks for visiting & enjoying :)

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