FRETTIN'
by Richard M. "Pek" Gunn, Poet Laureate of Tennessee
by Richard M. "Pek" Gunn, Poet Laureate of Tennessee
I'se been frettin' 'bout the future |
And de things dat I'se been told, |
'Bout what happens to us folkses |
When we starts to gittin' old. |
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But I took a little journey |
To de Eastern part of state; |
Gazed at all dat pretty scenery |
'Til de time was gittin' late. |
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Sakes alive what gorgeous colors; |
Like de rainbow in de sky; |
I just cain't explain my feelin's |
But I couldn't help but cry. |
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As I stared at dem big mountains |
Trees and flowers everywhere; |
From my heart there welled up praises |
'Cause my Lord had put 'em there. |
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Now, I'se ain't frettin' any longer |
For there's one thing dat I see; |
If my good Lord made dem mountains |
He can shore take care of me. |
