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Of Watermelons On The Vine And Rock Salt In The Pants

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Of Watermelons On The Vine And Rock Salt In The Pants

This story I am about to unfold, is a favorite about my Grandfather. In which he starts out acting very bold, yet ends, running up a painful lather. Down the dirt road, where he lived, when young, was a farmer growing watermelons. Ripe, ready to eat, on the vines they hung. From this patch, the farmer, did sell ‘em. Being a boy with several brothers, who were always doing as boys will do dDdn’t take long, for one to dare the other, to steal them a watermelon, or two. Lo and behold, there went my young grandpa, climbing through the barbed wire fence. While his older brothers all watched in awe, as he crawled through the tangled vines, so dense. He looked around until he found the one, that was the biggest he could carry. Cutting the vine, hefting the melon up, running towards the fence, in a hurry. Well, that old farmer was wise to boys, had watched my grandpa crawl through the field. His double barrel shotgun, he had poised, to make sure, no more melons, he’d steal. The farmer had loaded his own brand of shot, filled with rock salt instead of lead. Grandpa’s backside got peppered as he trot. I think nothing more need be said.
This is my favorite poem because it is a true story about my Grandpa. He was more than a Grandpa to me. He was my Dad and best friend. My teacher and fellow trouble maker. He always called me his "little blue bird of happiness".

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  1. Date: 9/28/2011 8:51:00 AM
    Dear Paula, ( again ) * here is another contest I did not congratulate..., stopping by AGAIN to give warm congratulations on my old contest. Sorry, I forgot to leave you a thank you *comment* of appreciation~ I hope you don't mind my copy paste congratulations.. Don't worry I have read this many times. lol. or how else would have I closed it with out reading. Can you accept my apology and old congrats on your poem. .p.d. the late bloomer

  1. Date: 9/21/2011 3:13:00 PM
    Congratulations on your win in the contest of P.D. "Your (OWN) Favorite Poem" Paula. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 9/20/2011 7:09:00 PM
    Congrats Paula on another amazing win with an awesome poem ..a favorite of yours and now mine luv..

  1. Date: 9/20/2011 12:47:00 PM
    Congratultions on the win in the contest of P.D., Paula

  1. Date: 9/20/2011 11:55:00 AM
    A wonderful story. Thanks for sharing and congratulations

  1. Date: 8/27/2011 5:46:00 AM
    great story, sublime storytelling! Write on, Paula!

  1. Date: 8/23/2011 7:12:00 PM
    Paula, Your Granddad and I must know the same farmer. But I got mine while snitching apples or cherries. It is true that forbidden fruit tastes sweetest as does this very welcome poem. Great write! Love, Will

  1. Date: 8/23/2011 3:06:00 PM
    Hahahaha....Great story...Loved it

  1. Date: 8/23/2011 2:57:00 PM
    Can you imagine the law suit today? Good laugh. Tony

  1. Date: 8/23/2011 2:20:00 PM
    Fun story and well writ. I'd heard similar as a kid, and rock salt out of a shotgun was my big worry when I stole watermelons back then; but they taste so much better stolen.

  1. Date: 8/23/2011 1:50:00 PM
    ouch !! wonderfully told story Paula