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Not Exaggerating

A new life it seems 
Has come my way
In the mountains 
And plains of Wy-o-ming

I look out of my window
And Antelope play
Go out to the kids place
Where the buffalo stay

The rain has been plenty
And the winds not still
If you call blowing
A 500 lb ol’ lady down a hill

I exaggerated a bit
But how would you know
You ain’t ever seed me
So I’ll just let it go.

From a big house 
With no spare room
I now live in a trailer
Just a little bit closer to all of my treasures

I’m trying to fit in and believe me
I say it with a grin
I’ll just give you an example 
My friends

At the Arena Football Game the other night
My son-in-law got bored
He took out his great big knife
While I watched them make a next score

Next thing I knew folks 
Folks were falling off of their seats
And when I turned around
The same thought hit me

He had cut if the bottoms off of two plastic beer bottles
And was holding them up to his eyes like a pair of goggles

And just about then 
All around started to sing 
Billy’s got his beer goggles on
Only his name is Fred but what the heck

You see him ‘n me gits ‘long great
Our only goal in life
Is to see which of us 
Can out do the other

I went garage saleing
With them the next day
And I bought two air conditioners
Per se

And when we arrived 
Back at my place
We stuffed one in my pickup
And the other in his truck

Remember I told you 
My house is quite small
It’s almost impossible
To walk in the door at all

It was late
And the wind and rain
Made installing them
Something for another day

I guess things can’t be too bad between us
Cause I gave him permission to use my lawn tractor
But dog gone sometimes he can be to nice
Making me feel like he’s my baby sitter

But the day he hollered, “Do you want your coke ‘n  cane”
Shirlee hollered back, “Fred, don’t use those two words so close together
The neighbors might hear 
And get the wrong impression”

So as the sun in the west
Shines in my eyes
I’ll close for now
And wish you all a good night
                                               Cile Beer

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  1. Date: 6/14/2008 8:24:00 PM
    First off you are such a delight to read. Second Sean said it best you can hear the happiness in your writing. I am so happy for you, your friend, Ron

  1. Date: 6/14/2008 5:21:00 AM
    i just love your poetry! It reminds me of home, and my family, somehow...I guess I see some of my grandmother in you (what a beautiful thing!) she passed 2 yrs ago now...and I miss her dearly, I can read the laughter nad love in your words, dear, and it makes me smile - thank you. Bless you! Kristin

  1. Date: 6/14/2008 3:33:00 AM
    Hi Cile - Often times change is a hard but necessary thing - I bet those grandkids love having their grandmother so close - I admire your strength and courage - i love you Cile

  1. Date: 6/14/2008 12:27:00 AM
    Interesting narrative Marycile.Rgds Brian & thanks fo your welcome observations

  1. Date: 6/14/2008 12:01:00 AM
    Cile , I can HEAR the happiness in your wtiting... Long may it L A S T for you......