This, my first attempt at a ballad, was based on where I live. Upstate New York, Wayne county, is filled with fertile soil and the weather allows the cultivation of apple tree orchards and fields of corn. “Drumlins” are the unique hills that run north to south that were created by the glacier movement around Lake Ontario. Due to the orchards and fields, when harvest comes you can bet your bottom dollar that I’ll be sitting here eating apple pies and fresh corn!

BALLAD OF WAYNE COUNTY

I saw her at a carnival
I knew she was my love.
A little slip of everything.
My little turtle-dove.

Not often do I leave the farm
it’s hard to make away
with apple trees and fields of corn
and chores to do each day.

She bought a piece of apple pie
and smiled as she strolled by.
her perfect figure passing me
before I caught her eye.

For years she kept just out of reach,
each drumlin she would climb
and seeing her much closer then
get larger I did find.

As I was reaching middle age
I reached her eye to eye
and saw to my astonishment
She’d eaten too much pie!

So, back to farming I did go
with no one for my wife
and now my apple trees and corn
are happily my life.