The Tall Tale of Gaffney

In the light of the day off of I-85
A tall squat tower will tempt both of your eyes
It’s a monument to style and two disparate lives
From Gaffney

It’s a story oft told of young people with heart
One bound to the fields and the sweat they impart
Another with privilege and the golden golf cart
In Gaffney

And the town, they will tell of that day in July
When the clouds were too many to count in the sky
A day of foreboding and no birds that would fly
Oh Gaffney

They were young, oh so young on that day of all days
Two hearts, yes, young hearts that swayed in their own ways
There was love, oh sweet love, and no cares anywhere
Who knew it would lead to a huge derriere
In Gaffney

The storm it rolled in as the summer storms do
With little and no warnings to the unknowing few
As they worked in the fields with the hot wind that blew
Through Gaffney

The young lad in love almost made it in time
As his sweet little lady saw the upcoming sign
The thunder it rumbled and it wasn’t too kind
To Gaffney

The lightning it came in a torrent of shrieks
And one found our young man at the storm’s very peak
It burned off his jeans and exposed both his cheeks
In Gaffney

They were young, oh so young on that day of all days
Two hearts, yes, young hearts that swayed in their own ways
There was love, oh sweet love, and no cares anywhere
Who knew it would lead to a huge derriere
My Gaffney

That young girl is old, and way beyond reach
Though wealthy, her trauma has sucked like a leech
She remembers his buns, as bright as a peach
In Gaffney

These days the wind rustles through brushes of grass
You can hear the young lovers, a love not to last
And the storm that rolled through and burned his white jeans
In Gaffney.

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©2009 Warren Baker

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