Lucky Loo

Poem

Photo by Dan Meyers on Unsplash

once flowers on the hill
were such a wonderful thrill
scents carrying berries and sage

now musty leaves
grew dusty weaves
of mighty earthly wage

over the hill
lay barren stills
of sour whiskey and wines
no one to tend
no one to wend
through paths of trailing vines

then a woman untangled
all the vines so mangled
and all became fine

she brought her magic
to heal the tragic
pestilent times

she planted her seeds
growing crops, severing weeds
working through the night

a miracle she made
to a land well made
freeing it from blight

they called her Lucky Loo
the lass with no shoes
keeping her in sight

they worked along with her
before the long winter
giving it all their might