Ole Homewood

 Ole Homewood

John Clare Stokes

It was good

As it stood

Slave Gavin built it

Turn of century

Four squared it

Lucille Towles sold it

home with ten acres

late sixties

Luther Ray grew on it

muscadine and cane

Then blight 

Came around two thousand 

Can't explain

The gone insane

Movers came

Took a year

All so dear

Cut in two down dog trot 

towed to Sopchoppy 

In a day bulldozers came

ten acres turned under

Torn asunder it

Lucille’s promise

told to Luther Ray 

Broken

Never to sell

Or fell

The old oaks

Some folks

Don't take it

Seriously

Promises

To have and hold

Til death do us part

Preferring rather

To Rip the heart

From the fat lightered

never painted pine.

Turning under

family and all left behind.