Kudzu

Written by: Laura Spears

We were riding in the car near the Alabama line,
When I saw all over the trees a strange looking vine.

I wondered what it was, I didn’t have a clue.
I asked my mother what it was and she said, “That’s kudzu!”

We stopped at a rest area off I-59
It was surrounded by those kudzu vines.

Mom said to watch my brother Bill.
He was playing around rolling down a hill.

I was only halfway watching, we had just had a fight,
When suddenly my brother disappeared from sight.

I screamed for mom, I didn’t know what to do.
I’d just lost my little brother in the kudzu.

I didn’t go in, the vines were way too thick.
So I just called his name and poked with a stick.

I had almost given up when I heard a whine.
My brother came crawling out and he was just fine.