Number 2 in the Uncle Joe series:
Talkin' to Joe
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 old cow in the butt
With a tobacco stick.
Oh what a shout Bert let out!
We flew to Granny and you yelled
Hide us quick, Mama,
That old man's gonna kill us!
She stuffed us under the
"Company room" bed.
We could always count on her!
Before we go any further, allow me to introduce the people I write about:
Uncle Joe: 4 yrs. older than the poet, raised on a small farm near the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Joe was born with Down syndrome, but his gifts much more than his "disability".
Jane or "Miss Emily": me, the poet
Sam: my younger brother and Joe's nephew
Viva: my mother, Joe's sister-in-law.
Chattie or "Granny": Joe's mother, our grandmother
Bert: Joe's father, our step-grandfather.
Hugh: Joe's older brother, our dad.