The Fiddle Plays

by James Ray Scott

Buried in books
of leisure,
a life and time
in second hand
measure.

Brushed aside,
world at large;
the grace of god
has kept me
a part.

Grasses of
Kentucky green,
boarded houses,
and skeletal remains;
the fiddle plays..
the fiddle plays.....

Throughout the night
the fiddle plays.

22-Aug-2004

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