farmer, and: mountain fiddler, and: hound-dog mountains

Poems by Charles Rampp ir ^ ^: farmer faithful as a copper downspout or slate roof, he was mostly unnoticed like church's weather vane, if he was aware of being ignored, no one found out— least of all his cows and tireless wind mill. J f 5^ mountain fiddler bark still on his fiddle, he played joy in rough boots, fridays. never went to church after he heard preacher-man say that dancin' was of the devil, couldn't dance anyway— or never did. God enjoyed his fiddlin'— but nobody ever told old Sam. ^ hound-dog mountains mountains lie like black and tan hounds, fully relaxed in careless heaps under winter cloudshadows, selectively dark on barren, brown trees hillsiding curved slopes, whistling locomotives do not wake them, no tails wag— what strange signal sounds or smells could stir them to flopped-ear pursuit? ^ 28 ...