Another oldie of mine, first published in the chapbook, How We Flushed Fluffy and other poems, a combined publication effort with another poet, the late Valerie Simmons. The quotes are from songs recorded by Dolly Parton.
DRIVING WITH DOLLY
We glide the miles, we float along
with Dolly and her sweet refrain.
The wind, the birds, combine in song.
We hear the hum of passing train.
The oatfield's dotted with milkweed,
"Wayfaring Stranger" - this we know.
White parachutes on every seed
for "travelling through this world of woe."
The bales of hay look fresh and sweet.
"The crickets sing in fields nearby"
a golden great expanse of wheat
beneath a hazy summer sky.
Our troubles we have quite forgot.
We float with Dolly and her choir.
"They grew into a true love knot
And the rose it wound around the briar."
"We'll meet upon God's golden shore" -
with luck, not for a little while!
This earthly bliss - who'd ask for more
As Dolly sings each passing mile.
(c) Ruth Latta, 2020
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