Howlin' At The Moon Poem by LeFay Beechnut

Grew up on country simple, but so bitter,
West Virginia's wilds, daddy's cow sitter.
Couldn't wait to get on out, disembark,
leave that dusty old town, erase his mark.
Drive so far, escape the hush,
fancy new car, join the rush.

Cuz city life's the way to go,
country pride, shucks, that's a no.
Drivin' east so fast and reckless
his farm's tractor'd be so jealous.

Then there's the lights, there's the lights—
seein' them flicker all the way here.
Those urban lights real close, so near.
Approachin' at fifty, cruisin' swift.
Squeezin' every bit of gas this car's gonna gift.


Them coyotes, they were howlin' at the moon,
hopin' daylight wasn't approachin' soon.
Never lettin' up, never backin' down,
those wild critters sure knew their town.

Twenty five years gone by, drivin' a tractor trailer,
goin' west, loggin' in miles, headed way past later.
Drivin' cross country—Ohio, Kentucky.
Lonely, windin' country road,
those tucks, them turns never grow old.
Dusk's upon, the sure settin' sun.
The day's last rays, no fuel to run.

Quick darkness falls in, nothin' but for campin'.
The man and the crickets, far from city limits.
Country nights, country nights—
years removed from starry skies.
City boy, country boy, it don't matter,
he don't know what he's chasin' after.


Them coyotes, they were howlin' at the moon,
hopin' daylight wasn't approachin' soon.
Never lettin' up, never backin' down,
those wild critters sure knew their town.

Longin' for the past, the way of thing's bein',
restless nature, choirs of cricket's singin'.
City's overrated, noise is overstated,
took till gone the years before it was abated.
Pullin' up lame, nothin' more the same.
Dead end road, now it ain't no more a game.
Wishin' his truck had broke way more soon.
Now he's howlin' at the moon.


Them coyotes, they were howlin' at the moon,
hopin' daylight wasn't approachin' soon.
Never lettin' up, never backin' down,
those wild critters sure knew their town.