Brunot Spring
WHEN I WAS JUST A LITTLE GIRL
I LOVED, MORE THAN MOST ANYTHING
GOING TO SEE GRANDPA AND GRANDMA BROOKS
AND DRINKING FROM BRUNOT SPRING
THE HAPPY TIMES THAT WE COUSINS HAD
WADING IN THE WATER SO CLEAR
FINDING PRETTY ROCKS AS WE SPLASHED ALONG
THOSE MEMORIES ARE VERY DEAR
ONE TIME WHEN AUNT RUTH TOLD ME TO GO
FETCH SOME BUTTER FROM THE SPRING SO COLD
I SLIPPED AND FELL ON THE WET WOODEN BRIDGE
AND MY SCAR PROVES THE STORY JUST TOLD
BUT THE WORST THING THAT HAPPENED WAS WHEN I WAS GROWN
AND PREPARING TO BECOME A BRIDE
I TOOK A HOT PEPPER FROM AUNT RUTH’S GARDEN
SMEARED MY LIPS, THEN KISSED THE MAN AT MY SIDE
WELL, IT DIDN’T HURT HIM SO VERY MUCH
BUT O, HOW MY LIPS DID BURN
AND I RAN TO THE SPRING WITH MY SWOLLEN LIPS
WHAT A LESSON I SURELY DID LEARN
BUT AUNT RUTH CAME WITH HER SOOTHING HANDS
REACHED INTO A JAR OF THICK CREAM
SHE MADE IT FEEL BETTER IN NO TIME AT ALL
WHILE DEAR RALPH WAS STIFLING A SCREAM
BUT MOST OF MY MEMORIES ARE WONDERFULLY GOOD
THAT CONCERN THE OLD BRUNOT SPRING
MEMORIES OF FAMILY AND FRIENDS GATHERED HERE
I WOULD NOT TRADE FOR ANYTHING
BY: HAZEL HENSON WEIER
JULY 1985
