Poetic Journal Year 166 B.E.

166.182 Aunt Tumbleweed

Aunt Tumbleweed

         for Little Dot in Fayetteville, North Carolina

Aunt Tumbleweed...
rolled through the city
straight up the highway,
from further down Dixie,
stayed for fifteen long years...
more's the pity.

For Dottie was weary of traveling,
took a rest for old bones,
chose a steamy green spot,
then got stuck all alone.

Still... there's a gleam in her eye.
At eighty-years-young,
she's not ready for rocking;
she's eager for fun;
she'll not go to seed;
she's a spry tumbleweed.

© Kåre Enga [166.182] 2009-08-17

My mother's sister said she was a tumbleweed when speaking to me yesterday... and I wrote that down... and well... the above ditty shows I had to do something with it. (Beware what you say around me!) Aunt Dot grew up in Pennsylvania, went into the Air Force, was stationed in Labrador. After marriage lived in Nebraska and Arizona. She took care of her mother and brother in Florida. Has lived for years Fayetteville, North Carolina... but it still isn't "home".