Grandmas leg

 Grandma’s leg

John Clare Stokes

I don’t know why mamma would do it

But she would send me to spend the night

at Mrs Porters across the street by the Sopchoppy river.

 Mrs. Willie Mae had an older son named Tommy

and he’d like to scare me

especially by showing me grandma’s wooden

leg in the corner closet

and he’d tell me how grandma would come

in the late of night in search of

her wooden leg

And the cold wind would moan through the

Cracks in the floor

And the closet door would creak

And Lura Elena would come close to me in her bed, 

With a finger to her lips saying, shish,

Quiet now. Don’t be afraid. 

Have you seen my wooden leg?