Jailbird

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Ain’t never wanted to live in the city
A country girl am I
All the sprawl is such a pity
Aches my heart and makes me cry

It ain’t so much the city folk
I find them quite alright 
Irks me ‘bout the traffic though
Infernal ruckus day and night

Tore off to a meeting at the old Town Hall 
To block what they call “development”
Told the investors they were in for a brawl
Those god-awful suits were hell bent  

Oughtn’t repeat what next I had done
Oh, I reckon I stirred up a clamor
Obstruction, they cawed, as I made to run
Oafs had me thrown in the slammer

W3 Prompt #161: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Violet, prompts us to: “Tell a story in verse—true or imagined, rooted in memory or invention… You can let the voice guiding the poem speak in a dialect.”

dVerse Poetry Form: Trolaan, hosted by Grace.

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20 thoughts on “Jailbird”

  4. My friend, that’s a whole country ballad in a teacup! 🌾🎶
    The rhyme’s got boots, grit, and a whole lotta heart. The city may build high, but it can’t match roots that run deep.
    Keep that spirit strong—some lands grow crops, others grow courage. 🤠💚
    Philo

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  7. “Oafs had me thrown in the slammer” made me laugh out loud—there’s so much grit and humor packed into that line. I love how the voice rolls like a front-porch yarn with a kick of rebellion, Jenn.

    ~David

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