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Two summers ago
Armed only with a hoe
Went to the garden
Hoping the ground not harden

Twas a nice summer morn
Just for gathering corn
Got to the herb raised beds
Thought I'd some basil instead

Pulled out my knife
To cut some spice
Spying some movement
Fell quiet as a mouse

Snake, Snake
But no one to hear
My grandson inside
Turned a deaf ear

When first I spied him
Thought he's  a rat snake
Then with closer look a copperhead did make
Sticking him in the center back with my six inch blade


Thought he would crawl away but he stayed
He coiled and rattled to let me know
He was not confined to just crawl low
He stayed upright and faced me head on

I told him he best be gone
He dropped back down and started to crawl away
I caught him behind the head with the six inch blade
He gave a flop and I heard something pop

Out of my garden he crawled 
To find another spot
Stay gone don't come back
But now I pack a fourty-five to garden the back side


(This needs work.  I wanted to write this because I never thought that I would find a 
rattlesnake in my herb garden.  He scared me to death when it was over and I really realized 
that was what I faced.  All I could think about during the confrontation was other family 
members who might be out there and get bitten not suspecting that he was there.)

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