Waist Deep with Muddy Pete

The cadence of stories our children never tired
of  songs that fell out of the mouth rounded
plunged in the drinking fountain
drunk only as a word friendly with skunk
a lived life a loved wife a leg long enough
to balance, a horsey ride for
an invisible Pete too small to crawl
and the father , two griefs to carry.




(Pete Seeger, Sr., d. 2014
 Peter Seeger, Jr., d. 1943)