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The Fiddle Goes Faster and Faster

the fiddle goes fast she dances among hillbillies her cadence turning us into frenzied happy-go-lucky-s. I love her bluegrass sounds, Her twang, her common decency, her Americanisms. We dance faster and faster, as she slings out her joyfulness. Clipping, clopping, stamping without stomping We are square dancing now, and the ladies are swinging. In their matching dresses, their panties singing! the fiddle goes faster and faster, and we are getting loud. We are dancing with pure joy, the red neck hillbilly crowd!

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 4/21/2021 9:26:00 AM

I grew up in West Virginia...land of the bluegrass fiddle. Deb always wanted to learn it, but never did. Good poem.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/21/2021 9:45:00 PM

I have to tell you that I will never forget going to the American Legion on Friday nights and watching the old women in their plaid dresses dancing with their men in matching plaid shirts, and the women's hair was dyed the color of their plaid!

Robert Pettit

Date: 4/20/2021 7:30:00 PM

This reminded me of "Rocky Top Tennessee" by the Osbourne Brothers. This was an enjoyable read.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/20/2021 7:31:00 PM

Thank you Robert. I am not fond of many instruments but I adore the fiddle!