Have you ever danced round and round on grandma’s front
Lawn, in the evening, when the sun goes down?
We’re going round the mountain two by two, so ride Sally ride…
I remember sweeping shimmering sheets of rain across the
polished stone porch. Inhaling the unbearable earthy aroma
of that red dirt coming from the road. Remember grandma’s
flower garden? Reds, yellows, pinks and oranges.
Let me see you make a motion, two by two, so ride Sally ride…
Playing hide and seek among the big shiny tin washtubs filled
with tight little green pears. Round and round only to
beneath the big old pecan tree.