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,
down,
Cry Baby Road!
Yo! I'm out of here!
My Momma's calling me!
Micky Dee
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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.
Angela "Angel" Cartee | Liver Transplant Candidate, Waiting Since 2010 | Greenville, NC
I've included some of Bel's links about being an organ donor:
National Foundation for Transplants
Please contact the National Foundation for Transplants for more information to help in this continuing crisis!
Why You Should Be An Organ Donor
The Organ Donor Crisis: How YOU Can Help!
The importance of Organ Donation
