pahty in de’swamplan
come’n danc tonight
callin all d’creatures
dis’be whild life
heard you callin’
you cand’lie
s’why I came
so fulla flight
cool an’loof
the way you ah
will you dance w’me tonight?
WHAAA?...Wo’man!
don’be lan’in here
screwin’ up my balans
fillin me with feah
tha’ wasn’me you def girl…
i waz’n callin’you
min’in my own bi’ness
the way AH’ALL’waysdo
dis’here branch is mine now
th’aint no pahty here
go backan mess wit’ tall boy
thas’ wha’chou gon’do
been waitin’ there for’evah
he got legs for you
he danc you inda min’ight
jes’ like you wan’em too
party in d’swampland
heard you callin’ me
lookin’ fo th’whild life
been waitin long fo’me?
look a’me
look a’choo
stannin’tall the way you do
will you danc w’me tonight?
Patricia Spreng
I got a little carried away in the swamp land with my camera the other day...what fun I had. I just loved capturing the stance of that bird when two herons decided to land in ‘his’ tree! Sharing today at d’Verse where you will find the wonderful words of poets!
this is completely fascinating...i enjoyed your dialect...nice refrain...big smiles.
ReplyDeleteLove the creativity here...and a deeper meaning, perhaps, that's there's room for all of us, no matter our differences.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful picture of the butterfly!
ReplyDeleteThe dialect here is fabulous, very clever and the walk you took us on, a treat to see.
Thank you :)
great - this has a splashy, jazzy, soulful feeling and i can here the music...i can hear it sung and i can hear the trumpets playing in the background..loved it
ReplyDeleteI grew up with these accents in my ears. I grew up hearing relatives speak with those accents. I think you got it exactly right.
ReplyDeletehow creative and delightful to read ~ perhaps we can all share the blessings with others too ~
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing these pictures...
Wonderful use of dialect and refrains! You've created a delightful story in verse around your photos.
ReplyDeleteDavid
Being from the north it was a bit hard to follow, but it sure looks like it was a fun write!
ReplyDelete..ah, i so appreciate everything that goes in this place.. most especially the photos... they are a true refreshing elements in every day living... do you take these photos? (:
ReplyDeleteBrightest blessings!
~Kelvin
Thank you for your kind words. Yes, the photos are all mine, unless I've stated otherwise.
ReplyDeletethis made me smile - a lot. and for some reason my brain wanted to sing this to the tune of "Camptown Races."
ReplyDeleteCamptown ladies sing dis song, Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Camptown race-track five miles long, Oh, doo-dah day!
I come down dah wid my hat caved in, Doo-dah! doo-dah!
I go back home wid a pocket full of tin, Oh, doo-dah day!
Gwine to run all night!
Gwine to run all day!
I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag,
Somebody bet on de bay
(found the lyrics on Wikisource.)
An absolutely brilliant combination of words and images. I love the way this is written in the vernacular, giving it an authentic and immensely engaging voice. Enjoyed reading this. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteBeing from the north, I don't recognize the dialect. But from what Glynn said, I'm assuming it's New Orleans.
ReplyDelete*love*
ReplyDeleteThis is just the funnest! Making me want to head to N'awlons soon! Thanks for visiting my little story--inspired by Maureen's poems. Having a lot of fun with that!
I can see why you would get carried away with the camera. You are good at writing dialect...something that evades even the best of writers.
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