Orphaned Stanzas

I deleted these stanzas from my poem Alabama Highway 75. They are very nice Stanzas, and I am somewhat proud of them. They simply do not fit with the rest of the poem.

Somewhere between Henegar and Ider

A perfect yellow blossom tops the most robust

Prickly Pear I’ve ever seen. It’s covered with fruits.


I’ve eaten the fruit of a Prickly Pear Cactus.

Quite tasty, but you have to separate

Pink flesh from spines or get sore lips.



Farm ponds adorn the land along this highway

If I owned land that pretty, I’d put a pond on it too.

I’d stock my pond with bass and channel cat.