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Stanza 1 (ABA) I'm hoofin' it through Caney Creek, chasin' a sprite's wild spark, Her cackle dances yonder, where the veil's rock splits the night, Cedar's tang stings my nose in this Ouachita's moonlit dark. Stanza 2 (BCB) Through the ferns, her sparkled shadow skedaddles outta sight, The creek's gurgle hums, where the realms part like a cracked bone, I jump limestone, hearts thumpin' like a coonhound in low light. Stanza 3 (CDC) That rock is close, with a glow that’s dull like an eggshell stone, Moss is slick on my hands, a secret I swore as a kid, I recall chasin' fireflies that glowed like the Sun shone. Stanza 4 (DED) The veil's pulse calls me, soundin’ a song too sweet to be hid, I reach, but she's gone, a wisp like cedar's sharp, bitter bite, I feel a lonesome ache, losin' kin by somethin’ they did. Stanza 5 (EAE) Ain't no sprite to nab, but that rock's spark holds me tight, Caney's hush hugs me tight, soft as dogwood's bloom in spring, The veil's glow my prize; I stand on this hallowed Ouachita delight. |
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