This, and the next two poems I will post are about me, my brother, Sam ,Uncle and Joe's childhood together.Note: a "tobacco stick" was a long, slender stick that tobacco leaves were hung over to "cure" until time to sell.
Below is the poem entitled Talkin' To Joe which was written by poet
Smith. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Remember the day we were playing
Cowboys and Indians in the barn?
Bert was sittin' on the three-legged stool
Milkin' the old cow,
Sam or you,
(Never me, I was always innocent)
Poked that cow in the butt
With a tobacco stick.
Oh, What a shout Bert let out!
We all flew to Granny and you screamed,
"Hide us quick, Mama, that old man's
Gonna kill us!"
She stuffed us all three under the "company room" bed.
We could always count on her...