A greeting: the opposite of a valediction, is today's NaPoWriMo challenge. Sounds easy enough. Whom or what shall I greet today? Once again it's gray and overcast, although finally we can see buds appearing on trees and the bird chorus is crescendoing. A wild turkey in all his folded finery goes stepping through the neighborhood yards, and water trickles down the gutters toward the lowest drain. Let's greet the buds, in 'Minnesotan'...
Hey, Bud!
Where ya been?
Missed ya!
Branches so bare,
I kinda' thought'cha were never comin'.
T'skinda lonesome,
ya know?
No-one to talk ta,
'feel kinda funny, talkin' ta ma-self.
Nice jacket,
'looks warm--
ya never know
when there's gonna be another snow storm.
Yuh, well,
gotta go...
'nice talkin' to ya.
We odda get t'gether one-a these days,
y'know?
Yeahhh (spoken on intaken breath)...
...
H'yuh' (on the exhale), see'ya, then.
Good 'talkin' to ya.
Be sure da greet the missus!
--Shirley Smith Franklin
Hey, Bud!
Where ya been?
Missed ya!
Branches so bare,
I kinda' thought'cha were never comin'.
T'skinda lonesome,
ya know?
No-one to talk ta,
'feel kinda funny, talkin' ta ma-self.
Nice jacket,
'looks warm--
ya never know
when there's gonna be another snow storm.
Yuh, well,
gotta go...
'nice talkin' to ya.
We odda get t'gether one-a these days,
y'know?
Yeahhh (spoken on intaken breath)...
...
H'yuh' (on the exhale), see'ya, then.
Good 'talkin' to ya.
Be sure da greet the missus!
--Shirley Smith Franklin
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