Thread: highway one

she walk down the long road
knockin' on the door
sweep the floor
an' get on with the next chore

she come to the town
near where the highway end
an' see an old friend
an' he glad
she come by that way again

an' he remember the days
when they had it all
she untied her hair
an' let it fall

Simple. Nice.

I like this a lot. It has a wonderrful ambiance and as i read it, it felt like an old sepia photograph. Well done, stonefly.

Thanks.

I echo Sondra's sepia, perfect word. Wonderful use of dialect, Stonefly. Very nicely done, love.

Best,
Lisa

Brilliantly written.
Brings up something new on every read!
Thanks

I like this a lot. Excellent rhythm and I love the timeless feel to it. It seems like it's part of something bigger not revealing itself to me! Made me curious to good effect.

Martin

Nice little read. I enjoyed its simplicity.

I picture a tenant farmer or house slave in the South, walking in the dust alongside a paved road to meet somebody in town. She unexpectedly encounters and old lover. The economy of the words leaves a lot to interpretation. But the few words imply far more than what they say. Nice.

I pretty much got the same general picture as Edge did, very nicely done stonefly. The simplicity of this is where it's real strength and beauty lie.

I'm reminded of one of my favourite Howling Wolf songs, 'Highway 49'.

Originally Posted by garza

I'm reminded of one of my favourite Howling Wolf songs, 'Highway 49'.

I thought of that archetypal Elmore James slide riff which introduces Highway 49.

Dunna-na-Dunna-na-na-doo-doo. Ramblin' music.