Barefooted: Spontaneous Reflections of a Southern Woman
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The author’s poetry reveals both the “beauty” and the “beast” of the Southland, while her narratives reflect a distinct variety of personal experiences. Golding says, “As a mother and grandmother, my roots, career and family have provided enough fodder to reach into my heart and soul for memories to pen forever.”
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Barefooted - Barbara Collins Golding
Barbara Collins Golding
BAREFOOTED
Spontaneous Reflections
of a Southern Woman
Copyright © 2017 Barbara Collins Golding.
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ISBN: 978-1-4834-6234-9 (sc)
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CONTENTS
Trees of the Piedmont
Three Seasons
Dew, Etc.
Forgotten Moisture
Freedom - A Southern Child’s View
Weather Report
Storms
A Passing
Anna
Aprons by a Designer
Baptisms
The Barnyard Stew
Ben’s Poem
Blackberries & Chiggers
Blue Birds
Blushing Child
Broken Arm, Scars, and Rober
Before I Forget
Daddy’s Farm (Sestina)
Discrimination
Do You Know Where Your Children Are?
Easter Morn Whispers to Mary
Emptiness
Birthdays
For Females Fifty and Over
Every Woman’s Wish
Femininity
Reading Morning Newspaper
"TV Host Apologizes
Naked Corner
Finally Home
Firstborn Grandson
Can I Go Back?
Glee Club and Piano Lessons
Going to Bold Run Creek
Depression Babies
Great Aunt Mollie or Madame Hancock
Madame Hancock’s Ribbons
Haiku 1
Haiku 2
Haiku 3
Moonbeams - Haiku
I Lift My Glass
Little Bit of History in the 1950’s, including First Baby
Lost Writers
March Blossoms
Brown Leaves
Charcoal Charlie, A Cat’s Tale
Meow Reunion
Bare Bear Facts
Mergers
November Concert in the Carolinas
Ode to an Artist
Ode to Debbie
Old Roosters
Burning
One Fifty Eight
Wedding Basket
Our Cow Victory
Outhouses
Pageants
Patches
Pink
Ode to Mary Lou
Preacher’s Wife
Purple
Rafting Trip
Raggedy Ann
Roadshow
Red, White and Blue
Sarah’s June Bath
Speaking for Elvis
Special Church Visitor
Spring
Penny for Your Thoughts
Strawberry Lady
Summer Visitor
That Place
The Incredible Egg
The Lonely Path
Tio
Torture
Touring Car of Long Ago
Town Vs. Country
Baby Brother
Train Ride at Christmastime
Trapped
Two Great Surgeons
Waiting Tables
Weddings
West Coast – East Coast
When We Remember
White for the Artist
Why Birds Sing
Wild and Crazy Names
What’s in a Name?
Winter Birds
Winters in North Carolina
Wish List
Withering Away
Morning Coffee with Allie
Miss Kaylie at Christmastime
Nine Lives
Regrets
Reidsville’s Tracks and Whistles
Run, Joe, Run
Sally Jane
Acorns in their Teacups
Sam’s Song, By a White Woman
October Morn
Potomac River Moon
Powdered Sugar
CREDITS
To Tom Lanier for his encouragement and editorial support, especially the exclamation point warning!
To Danny Hale of Lulu for file consolidation support in the beginning
To Eden Artist Mary Alice Collins for front cover photo
To Kelli Lennon, Photographer for back cover photo
To WGSR TV for Monument photo
DEDICATION
To my offspring, Cindylu and Layton; Grandchildren Melissa, Allie, Andrei and Brandon; Greatgrandchildren Kaylie and Colton
To honor my sisters and brother: Sara Ann, Johnnie Ruth, Mary Alice and David
To the memory of my Parents, Granddaughter Sarah and Sister Rebecca
TREES OF THE PIEDMONT
In my part of the south, sweet honeysuckle vines
grow wild. So does rhododendron. Come spring,
delicate pink redbud blossoms flood the hillsides.
The woods are full of dogwood trees arrayed in white,
surrounded by evergreens of various sizes
from scrub pines to towering trees, where you kick away
pinecones when you walk in the woods. Come fall,
Oak trees drop acorns everywhere. Here, you’ll
also find Pecan and Walnut trees.
Pesky Kudsu, everywhere.
Growing wild is the prissy Persimmon tree.
Just don’t eat its fruit ’till after frost
or you’ll wind up a dead poet.
THREE SEASONS
Tulips, jonquils, violets
Anything that tries to push through the
Hard, cold ground of February
Gets pushed back down by old man winter
Like a Mohammed Ali punch
Stopped cold by icy rain and snow.
Soon they’ll push through and burst forth
Covering the dead, brown earth with
Hues of purple, red and yellow.
DEW, ETC.
Daddy once said
Every drop of moisture
Falling from the sky
Moistens the earth and
Penetrates deep veins for our well.
When summer arrives
We will draw water from the well
For the wash pot and animal troughs
And have a cool drink from the dipper.
FORGOTTEN MOISTURE
The earth is parched and cracked
Dead grass and dying everything
Just lies there.
As day breaks
I open the door to
Fetch the morning paper
Rain falls softly.
I step outside
Lift my face and applaud
I clap my hands, and clap and clap
To the sounds of nature waking up – and rain
I clap, as if Pavarotti is serenading me.
The earth and I welcome
Forgotten moisture.
Magnificent concert.
FREEDOM - A SOUTHERN CHILD’S VIEW
Were you ever switched in the face by a
Cow’s tail while trying to milk her
Or did you roll down a grassy hill, round and round
Till drunk? Did you climb a tree and perch like a bird
Munching green apples, then get a bellyache
Or play gully bug at school? Have you pressed dead butterflies
Between waxed paper sealing it with a warm iron
Or pluck every four-leafed clover you ever saw –
If it didn’t get crushed before you got home, you pressed it
In a Bible? Have you stepped on a bumblebee, barefoot?
Did you ever catch lightening bugs in a jar on
An August evening?
How about eating tomatoes in the garden, warm and fresh
Right off the vine, with tobacco gum on your hands?
Did your Dad bust a ripe watermelon in the patch
Little hands, digging in –
Who cares if it’s not cold?
Did you and your sisters bath naked
Under the eaves during a summer shower?
Or gather warm eggs from beneath a hen –
Sometimes you’d get pecked.
Have you ever watched a baby chick peck out of its shell?
Freedom.
WEATHER REPORT
A little white cloud
Covers me
Like an umbrella
Letting enough sunshine through to
Fill my soul.
As my cloud floats away
Sunshine sustains me
I will fear no evil.
STORMS
In life, they come and go
They come in waves
In and out, in and out, in and out.
Rain has a purpose – preparing soil for planting
Or washing it away.
Filling brooks and streams, rivers and oceans
Sometimes to overflowing.
Wind too has a purpose
Soft gentle breezes to cool the brow
Strong ones to bring down dead leaves
Stronger ones to bring down trees
Or buildings.
Noah and his family of seven survived 150 days on a boat
He spent 120 years building. Noah never saw rain before
And it rained, and it rained, and it rained for forty days.
Then there was a rainbow.
A recent storm took two large trees
Eight feet from my bedroom.
My arc was safe.
Today I will not count past storms
I will celebrate rainbows and sunshine.
A PASSING
While death was approaching
Indian summer left.
They passed each other in the night.
The leaves on our trees changed
from green to brown, and fell to the ground
to be blown away by the wind
Raked or decay.
As we shed tears of grief,
we lost summer’s tan
along with our pride, selfishness
and greed.
We were not looking.
We were busy
attending our beloved child,
when Indian summer and death
passed each other.
Published Magnapoets July 2011
ANNA
I thought it was you who came between us.
I thought it was you.
You, who lure and caress men with your beauty,
Your vast body – smooth and still in the dark of night,
And wee hours of the morning.
You are restless when the winds blow,
You shimmer in the moonlight and welcome winter snows
They cover you with a blanket of white.
Soft rains swell your breasts.
You draw men toward you with their vessels.
They ride your waves and glide on your belly.
You reach into the valleys and gather stones
That keep you from going astray.
They lay like jewels around your neck
Glittering like diamonds in the sunlight.
I thought it was you who would steal him away.
Anna, it wasn’t you. Though you tease and torment,
You always free those who enjoy you.
No, Anna, it wasn’t you. You didn’t take him from me.
I’ll whisper my secret to you on the wind.
You’ll shiver. Winds above will moan and race
Through the trees that surround your shores;
Wild flowers will die; birds will fly away – in mourning,
For, he has found another love. Not you or me.
I’ll come back to you, Anna, on a different shore than before.
It may be when winter’s first snowflakes swirl softly about you.
It may be in springtime when dogwoods surrounding you blossom,
Or at summer’s beginning when you are restless for warm sunrays,
Or