Of Cowboys and Indians

Of Cowboys and Indians Mother appalled and mortified Received this frantic call. “Your boys are here, stark naked, Completely in their all.” Mother had sent them out to play Quite properly attired. What could she say to their father Of these sons he had sired? These active little farm boys, Gone for a horseback ride, Because they were playing Indian Had cast their clothes aside. With garments tied to the bridle, Their mounts had taken fright; Charging into the neighbor’s yard The lads dumped in their flight. Standing there, those wretched boys Without a stitch to claim; Surprised neighbor and her daughters All there to see their shame. My mother hitched up the buggy To go and fetch the two: But to let them see her laughing She knew would never do. She kept her stern mother face on And hauled her sons away, Making them stay inside the house The rest of that long day. My quartet of older brothers And younger one made five. Mom said the bearing was easier, Than keeping them alive. I don’t know what she told Daddy; I’m sure he had much to say To his two small and chastened sons Of their adventurous day. 6/26/13 This is a true family story