1860...A Hound’s Tale

A journey into night...
runnin' free
...free in the moonlight
on prey's trail...
Hear me wail..
'coons' up a tree
put there
by a glorious ol’ hound dawg...me
I ran him good...
treed him…like I should
Master ridin’ home in his wagon
payin’ no mind to me with my tail draggin’
It’s like he don’t see
this pore ol’ hound dawg…me
Master don’t give no praise or pats
The slave…young black Matt...
now...he knows where it’s at
He calls my name and  he rubs my ol' back
...always saved me a piece of fatback
Another journey into night
...black Matt’s run away
Master called on me to save the day
…ol’ hound dawg me
Hear me wail...
they think I’m on Matt's trail
I'm leadin’ them the other way
away from their prey...
into the quicksand swamp
…for their final romp
Circling around I’m headin’ north
Gonna be free…
Black Matt and this wily
ol’ hound dawg...me
It is all so simple...it `tis
...Matt petted my ol’ back…
now I am watching his
A new journey into night...
young black man and ol’ hound dawg..
headin’ north to freedom’s light...

 © 3/2/2005 Faye Sizemore

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