From a Trailer Park in Keokuk
she came from the town of keokuk
for what she did, she charged a buck
or sometimes two;
everyone said she was an evil gal,
but she changed my luck,
that evil gal from keokuk!
in the most painful, miserable year of my life:
i saw her walking in the worst snow storm
iowa ever seen;
i helped her up the icy-steep hill
to her run-down trailer park;
after putting away her groceries scant
we talked till it was dark.
swings left it does - fate;
swings right it does - fate;
while fate and angels fight for space
while dancing on the head of a pin;
but does it go straight - fate?
i think not!
by august i knew her well;
by january i proposed;
in june i married lisa
she made a lovely bride;
just after i come home from the war
with a bayonett wound in my side.
then twenty years later a viper named fate
twisted and coiled and struck!
and she smiled at me before she died
and held my hand so tight...
i remember that night thru our tears;
it was so dark and awful a place!
the wound in my side throbbed again in great pain!
and i knew the war was no worse than this.
she left little billy and me late that night
i know for a far better place:
it's not at all like a trailer park;
and it's where angels WIN the dance with fate -
and lovely souls like lisa can sing amazing grace!
Copyright © Doug Hilton | Year Posted 2020