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Teasing the Bull

While living on East Street in Grinnell Iowa,

there was this pasture across from our fence,

that had cows and a bull.

They were owned by this farmer,

who we thought was Hitler, at the time

there had been talk that he was still alive.

This was around 1953 or so.  Anyway this farmer

looked like Hitler because he had a moustache

like he did, plus he talked in German, he even combed

his hair like Hitler, we could not understand him at all,

so we were always making fun of him and teashing his bull.

This was not very nice I know and was not a smart thing to do,

but hey we were just some dumb kids.

One day we stepped over the fence,

to see how close we could get to the bull,

I got closer and closer, then I stopped and looked

behind me to see that my friends had left me and

were back in my yard across the fence.  I had been teasing

the bull and he was real mad by this time, then he started chasing me,

I ran like crazy crabbed a hold of the fence, threw my self over,

cutting my hands real bad, but better that, than being mauled by the bull.

My friends thought I was a real hero, they patted me on the back, saying way

to go Jimmy, Just one of the things I did as a kid, wonder I ever grew up.

written 8-8-11

Copyright © James Foulk

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  1. Date: 8/15/2011 1:20:00 AM
    Enjoyed your poem james. How are you? Me i'm just stopping by to say hi and catch up on some of my reading. Love the meaning one can give another when it comes to reading poetry. Have yourself a wonderful evening. God bless & take care,..Linda

  1. Date: 8/10/2011 5:35:00 PM
    Don't grow up that fast... good memories never die ,they just make great stories.... Michael