Gee-Gees Were Horses ...
Gee-gees were horses, ta-ta her
for her dark faeces, when through hay and
toddling, we stopped to see, as dry as leather,
a heap of lumps, a hummock of horse turd;
and, Da? she questioned, who had only
meaningless names till then—when like a feather
a thought struck and I put her words together,
not once daring to hope for what occurred:
she stood there, silent, puzzled, open-eyed,
as if I'd handed her some shiny token,
then, Gee-gee ta-ta . . . gee-gee
as if a shell surrounding her had broken,
and shouted still, till all the hills replied—
till the dark hills surrounding us had spoken.
Word from the Hills, A Sonnet Sequence in Four
Movements, University of Georgia Press, ©
Reprinted by permission of the author.