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,b>Get Along Home


When I was young

Life on the farm was difficult to understand at seven

The rooster flogged me

Dad in vengeance chopped the heads of everyone of his mates
 numbering a hundred

As he watched in the coop

Perhaps I didn't understand the reality that since I ate at the table

that I had to pluck the feathers off too

It was one of the hardest things to do

As a young lady he taught me manners and I served
 his gentleman guests-

as they looked upon me, the youngest daughter
Perhaps God had greater plans

for I wanted to see some of the world outside the farm


When Dad got sick, he left a hundred sheep for me to tend

It was the happiest and peaceful I've ever been despite the pain in my life

Perhaps God had greater plans for me when my mother sold half the stock
and I was left to work a waitress job at fourteen

And I liked serving the people
they were much different than the farmers I had met


I had my chance to leave home with my mothers permission at the age of sixteen  ~ 

I moved to Georgia
and I knew God had other plans for me

Its been thirty two years now

when will I learn that society isn't too good for me

I find myself on my land looking and feeling the breeze on my cheek

steel tears from my soul; they don't come

for I've never been loved by a man at all

I thought about throwing in the towel, and becoming a hermit
Perhaps God has greater plans for me

He spoke to me the other day
I know the voice of my Lord
He wondered why I do that..

pretty much, sell myself short


He said there is such beauty and wonderment
and I blinked as a fawn

Perhaps I do not know how to communicate well in public,

in fact, even people in the small towns nearby say I am the nicest lady but odd

Life is harsh as we search for acceptance

my inner child trembles and I am so very hurt
for who could love me?

As the old folk sing an old folk song:
(get along home Cindy, Cindy)
(get along home Cindy, Cindy)

Perhaps God has other plans

Life is difficult,

no doubt about it

My poured soul flows

and I lack comfort that I need

harsh words are more than I can bear these days

and I find many blessings knowing I don't have to stay on this earth for all time

Perhaps I could show the world my inner self so kind

but I'm shy;

to get hurt again

I've never given that to any man

but Dear Ole' Dad
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