…hang it on my wall
To say that I’d seen Arkansas
Arkansas, Arkansas…
Her dad looked over with the first smile he’d worn since finding out about the blizzard and joined her with the words.
…I lust love ole Arkansas
Love my ma, love my pa
But I just love ole Arkansas…
With her dad singing they were loud enough to pull her mom’s attention from her book and they finished out the song together.
“What time has it gotten to be?” said Mytzi.
Mirka looked at her watch, “Eleven forty six.”
“That seems about time for lunch then.”