Voices on the Wind Voices in the Garden
Voices in the Garden by Doris Gwaltney Three voices scatter in my mind I hear them in the garden “God Dag,” says Mister Whitley He pulls at his locked suspenders Smiles. Laughs. Innocently he tells his tale “Aye Lord,” says Daddy He shakes his head from side to side Perhaps he wants to interrupt Or maybe not He is known as a man of few words “My God,” says Uncle Waverly Always dressed in his Sunday suit Bowing slightly, a gentleman They listen, too As I do To this tale of multiple strawberries Of blooming pear and apple trees Of fields and woods that grow new crops Year after year after year