An Ode To Cry Baby Road

Take a little drive where lovers go.

To sneak a kiss and no-one will know.

Don’t plan for any specific night.

But it’s good to have the moon, just right.

If sweet romance is what you seek,

Park on the bridge at Lemon Creek.

Shut off your motor and roll the windows down.

Be content with your love and the Lemon Swamp sound.

Listen to the night birds squawk.

While the Whooper-wills and Bobwhites talk.

You might hear a Tree Swallow or a Carolina Wren.

Just sit back and take it all in.

The bull-frogs’ vibrato sets the tone,

For wooing and cooing of lovers alone.

But there’s a tale of a baby dying,

And from the swamp, some hear the crying.

The cries of the swamp always forebode

Of evils lurking on Cry Baby Road.

Cry Baby Road is not for hearts that are weak.

And such is the pulse of Lemon Creek.

One school night a girlfriend dropped in.

And asked me if I wanted to go for a spin.

A short drive out highway 601 we rode,

And soon turned down that Cry Baby Road.

Lemon Creek is not hard to find,

Once you leave the black-top behind.

It’s between the haunted Ayer house and the hanging tree,

And where the old wood church used to be.

We stopped the car and ceased all noise.

We were curious as is often with girls and boys.

Lemon Swamp’s orchestra was so in tune.

We lay back on the hood and looked up at the moon.

Things grew quiet –

                                 as “things” don’t do!

The frogs were silent too,

                                   and that silence grew.

A mournful moan,

                            set a different tone.

This sound alone,

                             would make sinners atone!

I was young and tough,

                                     not afraid of dying!

But all bets were off,

                                 when I heard that cry baby crying!

There’s not a lot that gets me bolt up-right,

And running “cross-country” in the middle of the night.

Right then and there I went into a trance,

And immediately invented a brand new dance.

I began leaving Lemon Swamp,

With what I call with the Lemon Swamp Stomp.

My legs were fast and full of power,

As I switched to the Cry Baby Boogie at 40 miles an hour.

There were dust devil cyclones in my wake,

Feet don’t fail me now for heaven’s sake!

It’s not fast running on a road of sand.

But you should see the dust behind a terrified man.

My girlfriend was in front,

And I might have caught her.

But I would have had to jump the car,

And run on water!

She kicked dust and sand,

                                         all in my face,

And proved she could win,

                                         in any foot race.

We set a bunch of world records,

                               as we flew back to town.

I ran past my house and around the block,

                               just to slow myself down.

I have no idea what happened behind me.

I was just hoping that the “cry baby” wouldn’t find me.

I went straight under the bed that scary night,

And I never bothered turning out the light.

I have yet to know,

How I beat that fleet retreat.

Something grabbed my legs,

And ran off with my feet!

We went back the next day to retrieve the car.

Things appeared normal, as we could tell, so far.

But then I was shocked right out of my shoes!

As the radio started playing the “Cry Baby Blues”!

Take heed and listen,

                                  as warnings forebode.

Or you just might “pass yourself”,

                                                    on Cry Baby Road.

Don't try the twist,

                 with your interrupted tryst.

You won’t save your hide,

            stepping to the "Electric Slide".

You might Carolina Shag,

                                  for a step or two.

But here’s a couple things,

                                            that you really ought to do.

If you’re a “sand-lapper” out on a date,

You’re feeling lucky and want to test your fate,

Pitch some woo as lovers do,

Don't go with a sweet-heart faster than you.

Be sure you’re wearing your fastest shoes.

When you take your baby on a low-country cruise.

And if you wind up at Lemon Swamp,

Be prepared to do the Lemon Swamp Stomp.

Instincts kick in,

                         that may keep you alive.

Panic raises the speed,

                                     like a car's over-drive,

It matters not,

                      how heavy your load,


You’ll do the,

                    Cry Baby Boogie,


                                                            Cry Baby Road!

Yo! I'm out of here!

My Momma's calling me!

Micky Dee

Cry Baby Road

A marker601 and Cry Baby Road -
U.S. 601 & Cry Baby Rd, Bamberg, SC 29003, USA
[get directions]

Cry Baby Boogie!

Lemon Swamp Stomp!

Bel Marshall
Bel Marshall

There's a fairly new writer on hubpages and her name is Bel Marshall.

One of her latest hubs is My Deepest Christmas Wish.

This wish is to see more organ donors and specifically on that list is Angela "Angel" Cartee from Greenville, NC.

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ralwus 6 years ago

Shoulda made lemonade with those tears and fears. Haha Gee, another new hubber. I can't donate my organs because of the lymphoma, so I have my body donated to OSU medical staff. I must check out this fairly new hubber, Thanks Mick. Love ya man. CC

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BobbiRant 6 years ago from New York

I love these urban legends. Thay are a lot of fun, especially in the old days when we would go parking. Nothing kills romance like a good scary urban legend. And our parents thought we were all getting romantic with legends like these to scare us girls. Love this, brings me down memory lane. Great poem, got chills up my spine just reading it. Very nicely done.

Wonderful link to the organ donor sites too. Bless you.

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Micky Dee 6 years ago Author

God bless you Brother Ralwus! You know I love you Bud! Son- I love your book! God bless!

Hey Bobbi! It's hard to be romantic when you're doing the Cry Baby Boogie! God bless Dear!

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50 Caliber 6 years ago from Arizona

Mic' awesome hub, they don't want my organs due to diabetes, but they want he corpse for the study of cause and effect it seems, and they shall have it, peace dusty

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Micky Dee 6 years ago Author

Yo 50! They want all of me but my papaya! God bless BrotherMan and Semper Fi!

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saddlerider1 6 years ago

They can take what ever is in working order of my organs, no use to me once the old body goes to ash. Oh I remember a few scary moments in my time but this "Cry Baby Road" would not be one I would want to be on at anytime of day.

After seeing that pic you posted of cry baby daddy, no sireee. I'm staying home with my honey.... he he he.

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CMerritt 6 years ago from Pendleton, Indiana

Now, THAT is entertaiment. I really enjoyed this one, it brought me back to my teenage days of voyaging through a local "haunted" cemetary. I too, am leaving what ever is useful of this body when I am gone.

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richtwf 6 years ago

Epic epic stuff this poetic rhyme - Sir Micky

You were in one - something very creepy

and managed to escape - to flee terrifyingly

but glad you survived and lived to tell

this very scary story of Cry Baby Road

and also glad it's nowhere near my abode!

Happy Christmas and Happy New Year Brother!

May God bless you and peace to you Micky!

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Micky Dee 6 years ago Author

Yo saddlerider BrotherMan! Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. God please use all of me, don't let me rust!

CMerritt- things we were afraid of "way back when" aren't as scary as politics now!

Yo Rich! I'll take you out there sometime but we'll make sure our shoes are in good shape.

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justom 6 years ago from 41042

Please don't bury me down in that cold cold ground, I'd rather have 'em cut me up and pass me all around. Throw my brain to the hurricane and the blind can have my eyes and the deaf can have both of my ears if they don't mind the size :D Have a GREAT Christmas brother! Peace and Love, Tom and Justin

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Micky Dee 6 years ago Author

Yo Bro Tom! John Prine fits right in! Peace and love!

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Mentalist acer 6 years ago from A Voice in your Mind!

Lonesome Old Road 90 in my area,has some Swamp Creatures to scare off the lost tourists,lol,so don't feel lonely,Micky...Awsome Poem;)

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Lisa Luv 6 years ago from Conneticut, USA

Wow ---at first I was thinking another Robert Frost...Than as I read I can see you surpassed him in many different ways...Awesome write! Just Awesome!

Thank You for sharing this my Dear Friend! Wow!



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lisadpreston 6 years ago from Columbus, Ohio

This poem was just awesome. I watched the videos and I loved the dancing. Too bad folks dont do this kind of dancing anymore. But that was from another time, when the world was a little more pure and honest. Anyone who wants these organs of mine are welcome to them, but I don't think they are up to par. The unlucky recipient might return to sender with a nasty note attached! You are one of a kind and I just love reading your words.

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Darlene Sabella 6 years ago from Hello, my name is Toast and Jam, I live in the forest with my dog named Sam ...

In our lives I think we have all done that dance, yet I was hoping my date would pick me up and carry me away fast, yes I was left in the dust, so a dust devil surrounded me and I just started to dance to, "Cry Baby cry" the devil himself danced with me, then warned me to run and to never look back. I to this day, have moved ahead in life, and will never go to lemon creek. My Dear Micky this is really fantastic, I love this, thank you for sharing this awesome pose with us. You are the best. Peace & love darsk rate up

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Pamela99 6 years ago from United States

Fantastic poem based on and old urbane legend but you made it so enjoyable to read as you scramble to escape. I love the dancing the Boogie Woogie videos also. They can have my organs if they are healthy.

I will be sure to check out Bel's Marshall's hubs. This one is rated up.

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always exploring 6 years ago from Southern Illinois

Wow! micky this is your best,scary,funny,the rhyme so subline'and the videos topped it off.I couldn't sit still,now that's dancing at it's best.If i can help someone with my organs,i say sure,but not to the highest bidder.I read that the people with money are top priority for body parts.Thank you for making my day with such a clever tale.

God Bless


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epigramman 6 years ago

..another landmark - hall of fame hub from a landmark hall of fame kind of man - and his name to me is 'dear friend' and his name to me as hub colleague is none other than MISTER SIR DEE OF MICKY - and this poetic piece of magnificence just proves one thing - you are not only a hub humanitarian but a great writer as well!

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Micky Dee 6 years ago Author

Mentalist acer, Lisa Luv, lisadpreston, Darlene Sabella, Pamela99, always exploring, and Epigramman Brother Man - God bless you all! You are all so good to me!

Brynda 6 years ago

Oh how I love this one!! So well done! You forgot the part about the dead cow in the swamp rotting away for a season. Maybe that was when you were away in Viet Nam. It stunk so bad, kept us away for a time. What a horror to look at as well. Did you hear that story about some guys playing a trick on another guy who was brought down to the church at nite, then someone was "hanging" by a noose, another sat upright on top of a grave. Really freaked out that kid, gave roars of laughter to the jokesters. I think the players were: Lewis H. Will G. and Wayne L. but my memory fails. Wayne told me the story. I once went into the church and closed the door behind me, alone, in the pitch black dark, on a dare.

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Micky Dee 6 years ago Author

Yo Brynda! I was in Nam for that one I guess (68-69). Some fellow named Bubba T. cassette-taped a real baby crying and one of the missing Links and a couple others took one village idiot named Marvin, Mutt, or Mike or something...and drove him out to the bridge. Then this Bubba T. fellow started that cassette-tape up with that baby crying and the guy whose name started with an M had to change underwear and all. Of course the next day was when he really clinched the title of "village idiot". His senior class voted "most likely to drive a moped".

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tonymac04 6 years ago from South Africa

Ha ha Micky, my brotherman! Love this one very much indeed. I'm doing the 'Cry Baby Boogie' into my bed right now!

Awesome, my brother, just awesome.

Love and peace


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Micky Dee 6 years ago Author

Boogie on brotherman Tony!

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DREAM ON 6 years ago

The Cry Baby Boogie dancing wore me out.Boy can they go.What an interesting story.You won't catch me there.

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drbj 6 years ago from south Florida

A nice mix of scary with the ode, Micky, and fun with the boogie video. Thank you.

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Jane Bovary 6 years ago from The Fatal Shore

Sensational. And the images work so beautifully wth the words.

Merry Christmas Micky Dee!

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Pachuca213 6 years ago

That was soooo good. I love how it first started off like a romantic poem and then you went into the story. How scary!!! I loved it! Now I want to go there with someone just so I can get scared!!!

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Wesman Todd Shaw 6 years ago from Kaufman, Texas

Those are some interesting pictures, Micky Dee! I liked the poem too!

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carolina muscle 6 years ago from Charlotte, North Carolina

wow... is this a cool post, MickyDee!!

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MartieCoetser 6 years ago from South Africa

Beautiful pictures, amazing entertaining story, and my favorite twists. Now what kind of bird sounds like a crying baby? An owl? Micky I could clearly see you running, doing the boogey and the twist... What made me laugh louder, was the fact that you’ve forgotten about your car in your eagerness to get under your bed. Ha-ha-ha! Thanks for the laugh! Stay out of the forest!

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Hummingbird5356 6 years ago

You certainly expressed fear in that poem. Only thing is, why did you jump off the hood of the car and not into it? Wouldn't the car have gone faster than your running?

What am I talking about? There wouldn't have been such a good poem if you had done the sensible thing.

Just joking. A very good poem as usual.

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Micky Dee 6 years ago Author

Oh my beautiful friends! I love you all! God bless YOU!!!

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Dave Mathews 6 years ago from NORTH YORK,ONTARIO,CANADA

Mickey a beautiful poem and I loved the scenery, the trees.

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Austinstar 6 years ago from Somewhere in the universe

Oh ho Micky! This brought back some wild memories. We had a place called Cry Baby Bridge. The bridge was really old and rotting and half fallen down which encouraged the tale. And the woods are sooooo scary at night!

Loved this hub and thanks for the trip down memory and cry baby road!

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vietnamvet68 6 years ago from New York State

It scared me so much I ran to far I lost my pants and I'm never going back there again. God Bless Brother Man,Loved this Poem.

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lorlie6 6 years ago from Bishop, Ca

I'd say 'under the bed' would be the best choice, Micky. Scary stuff!

Enjoy the holidays, dear man!

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vocalcoach 6 years ago from Nashville Tn.

This is just amazing work! I felt as though I were right there on Cry Baby Road - Yikes! The pictures of the trees are unique and beautiful. Like you, Micky. Wonderful hub!

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Amy Becherer 6 years ago from St. Louis, MO

Perfection...every word, perfect. Merry Christmas, Micky Dee

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Micky Dee 6 years ago Author

Thank you all so much! God bless!

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Vincent Moore 6 years ago

Such works are deemed great and impact your fellow scribes with stimulating thoughts, the cry baby road is one that a weary traveler would nay want to tarry on.

Without my sword or musket it would be a frightful ordeal. Well done my friend, you entertained us well. I lift a cup to thee.

6 years ago

I as well lift my cup to you. well done and most appreciated and enjoyed. Thanks for the good feeling this gave to me. Love ya..... S

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rx4u 6 years ago

Micky- How do you do it? Urban legend, dance inspiring and a great message of non-monetary life saving philanthropy! You are awesome- great hub!

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prasetio30 6 years ago from malang-indonesia

This is so fantastic and wonderful poem. Thanks my uncle, I believe the world so beautiful because of you. I always pray for you. Merry Christmas....

Your nephew, Prasetio

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Micky Dee 6 years ago Author

God bless you all- Vince, S, rx4u, and Prasetio!

I love you nephew!

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iskra1916 6 years ago from Belfast, Ireland.

Great poem!

Merry Christmas and a happy new year to you and your family, from your friend in Ireland!

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Micky Dee 6 years ago Author

God bless you iskra! Erin go bragh!

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Nell Rose 6 years ago from England

Hi, Micky, that sent chills down my spine! lol and my running shoes are getting a cleaning! fantastic! have a great Christmas! cheers nell

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maven101 6 years ago from Northern Arizona

Merry Christmas, Mickey...Reading this wonderfully entertaining poem I felt like I was in one of my dreams being chased by the headless horseman or some such...Try as I might, my feet felt like they were stuck in quicksand...

I was reading this to my 7 year old granddaughter, she was totally absorbed, when the cat jumped on her lap...Talk about a cry baby cry !!

My best to you and yours this holiday season, my friend...Larry

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Sa`ge 6 years ago from Barefoot Island

This is a most enjoyable read. I loved it and it is so full of warmth and a beautiful helping hand. Beautiful Michael, just beautiful, and those pictures are magnificent. Love you........ :D hugs :D

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Micky Dee 6 years ago Author

Keep those running shoes in good shape Nell!

Oh Maven! I love that your granddaughter got into this!

God bless you and that little girl!

Yo Sa'ge, I love you Dear. God bless you dear Sa'ge!

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akirchner 6 years ago from Central Oregon

Good lord, Micky - that would have been perfect at're not supposed to get scared at Christmas but I did! Glad I wasn't with ya because I would have passed out right then and there. Great writing!!!

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Micky Dee 6 years ago Author

Yo akirchner! I wasn't even thinking Cry Baby Road back in October. But Cry Baby Road is Halloween all year round.

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Kim Lynn 6 years ago

Enjoyed this, good story and nice layout.


Kim :D

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AliciaC 6 years ago from British Columbia, Canada

What a wonderful story! The photos fit in perfectly with the eerie atmosphere. I loved the fact that you didn’t stop with the poem but referred to organ donation too.

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Micky Dee 6 years ago Author

Thank you Kim.

Hi Alicia. I have to give the credit to Bel Marshall for reintroducing me to organ donating.

I have had the "donor" statement on my driver's license for years though. But Bel reminded me and had a specific person in mind.

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Peggy W 6 years ago from Houston, Texas

We live not far from a road that passes through part of a flood control project where there are just some scrubby trees and underbrush and supposedly there are some Civil War ghosts that roam there. I've never gone there at night and turned the car off to test that supposition. Kind of an eery place. Your swamp story of cry baby road kind of reminds me of it. Well done!

As to my organs...after I am gone from this life, I hope some of them are still usable. My husband knows that would be my wish. Thanks for the heads up on this new author.

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MFB III 6 years ago from United States

I'll stick to parking in parks and never walk barefoot there lest a needle stick me. Love the spooky story Micky Dee...MFB III

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Denizee 6 years ago

Great write - love it!

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katiem2 6 years ago from I'm outta here

cool twist on the myth or is it...

THANKS for the intro to the lovely Christmas wish, so nice to bring attention to vital needs.

Love and Peace :) Katie

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Micky Dee 6 years ago Author

God bless you Peggy! That sounds like a hub! I'll be over for some Peggy hubs soon.

MFB! Yes sir bud. Be careful out there. Semper Fi!

Yo Denizee! Thank you dear one.

Yo Katie Dear! There were so many shenanigans pulled on that bridge of Crybaby Road. God bless Katie.

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Freya Cesare 6 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

So, you are not just master of chicken strut, but the Lemon Swamp Stomp and cry baby boogie too? Hehehe

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Micky Dee 6 years ago Author

Hi Freya dear! I just practice a little to keep up with the young legs of Freya! I love you dear one!

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