The poetry thread
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Yeah. Appropriate for the season and one of my favorites, @Mik .
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This one's @Jolly 's fault. I read this story he posted:
https://nypost.com/2024/10/27/us-news/west-va-boys-build-road-so-helene-victims-can-go-home/And then it occurred to me that America has no folk heroes anymore. Where are our John Henrys and Annie Oakleys? What happened to Paul Bunyan and Calamity Jane?
So I figured I'd do my part to commemorate these guys. They're certainly deserving of a folk ballad.
On 26 September,
The winds and rain arrived.
Helene, they learned, would have her way
As every road was washed away;
Against the storm, the swell and spray
Few houses had survived.From Chimney Rock to Bat Cave,
The storm had cut them off.
They worried for their homes and wept;
Some pleaded for support—except
When governments are this inept,
No plea is strong enough.But there were some who listened
And knew, amid the noise,
No bureaucrats or engineers
Would haul the roads or bridges clear;
That’s when the miners volunteered,
The West Virginia Boys.They all arrived together
And brought the locals in—
They said like Noah’s flood it rained,
But when at last the water drained,
The mountain’s all that had remained
Of where the roads had been.So could the Boys move mountains?
They all had little doubt.
“It’s difficult, but there are ways,”
They said, “To get that mountain razed,
Just give us all about three days—
We’ll have a road punched out.”They got to work that morning
And knew just where to blast.
Within three days, a willing crew
(And sure, a couple backhoes, too)
Would do what no one else could do
And brought them home at last.When DOT does nothing
And FEMA sends a squad
Of wonks who give you protocol
And you’re ignored by city hall,
Remember, you can always call
The Boys of West-By-God! -
Cretins have it easy
They don't have to do anything to be what they are.
Me, I have to do everything
Maybe I'll get a lobotomy and drive a car.My friend romanticizes cretins
and wants to drive a car,
Me, I like my beatings
And things the way they are.[This is a Post-Structuralist interpretation of Robert Frost's poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening".]
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@Aqua-Letifer Very nice!!
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Those are great. Love the collective nouns in particular.
