I wrote this poem for the kids and young adults at St. Jude’s and for my humbling support of my disability. I can not tell a lie. It gives me headaches ‘cause I have to use my brain, on overload to lie out of the first lie. Not even near the quality of John Prine’s “Hello In There”, which was in reference to those that are forgotten once they reach the age of knowing more than you, but store it all in a rocking chair or bench in the park they have earned by learning all they know. You can find that on a few of John’s CDs, still in print. Be wise go buy one. You won’t put it down.
And this is to all of you people that are stared at for who you are. You are more than the ones rudely staring at you. See all of you in full gear at the soccer game – in the sky, that beautiful “twinkle of the eye time”…GRW
A Poem for Henry Gibson
Way up in the mountains where the Green grass grows,
along came a turtle without any toes.
He chuckled at the rainbow and he chuckled at the snow.
Yep, then he turned around to me and he chuckled real low.
He said “why do people look at me with wonder in their eyes?
I’m not hurt, I’m not sick, my toes are in the skies.”
Why don’t people on this earth live just as one?
Like I me. Rudy Baker kin to the seventh son.
So over the hills through the valleys goes the turtle One only knows,
the little turtle clicking his heels. Yes, the happy turtle without any toes.
7/4/74 © GRW
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