Sarah Binks, A Musical Tribute - Library2

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(SARAH POSITIONS HERSELF BRAVELY. LIGHTS UP ON THE ALTO
AS DEAD CALF).
HIEBERT:
SARAH:
One of her finest odes.
OH, CALF, THAT GAMBOLLED BY MY DOOR,
WHO MADE ME RICH, WHO NOW AM POOR,
THAT LICKED MY HAND, MY HAND WITH MILK BESPREAD,
HIEBERT AND SARAH:
OH CALF, CALF! ART DEAD, ART DEAD
SARAH:
OH CALF, I SIT AND LANGUISH, CALF,
WITH SOMBER FACE, I CANNOT LAUGH,
CAN I FORGET THE PLAYFUL BUNTS
HIEBERT AND SARAH:
OH CALF, CALF, THAT LOVED ME/HER ONCE!
SARAH:
WITH MILDEWED OPTICS, DEATHLIKE, STILL,
MY NIGHTS ARE DAMP, MY DAYS ARE CHILL,
I WEEP, I WEEP AGAIN WITH DOLEFUL SNIFF,
HIEBERT AND SARAH: OH CALF, CALF, CAAAAAAALF,
OH CALF, CALF, SO DEAD, SO STIFF.
(SARAH AND HIEBERT TAKE HANKIES FROM THEIR BOSOMS AND
HONK.)
HIEBERT:
SARAH:
HIEBERT:
You learned early about the cruel world of nature.
Oh yeah. I had to weed the garden and pick the tater bugs, too!
Yet you plodded on with your schooling. You must have.
SARAH: Well, I could only get to school once a week or so. Had to help
Dad on the farm.
HIEBERT: He was opposed to your education But wasn’t he a member of
the North Willows School Board
SARAH: Yeah. They elected him every year, just like clockwork. He ran on
the slogan, "No dam sense in all this book learning! Cut the taxes!"
HIEBERT: Just like Shakespeare's father! All the more important then that
she took her lessons in the school of nature. Nature to her, was something alive.
Give Sarah a dead field mouse, a crocus, or a jam pail full of sowbugs, and
poetry gushed forth unbidden, unrestrained and uncalled for.