A Sweet Hillbilly Boy

Once there was a country boy called Chester, he came from the rural Appalachians; got himself a farming job not far from a big city, he was unsophisticated and old fashioned. He had a pleasant twang that made people laugh, was easy going with no hate in his bones; but he was unprepared for the city and the mean, soon a target for those who hated hillbillies. They called him names and laughed at his clothes, at the way he spoke- his lack of about everything; Chester, spent a lot of time looking down at the ground, but one day he showed what he could do. A horse got loose, frighted it was galloping fast, no one could stop him until Chester said, I can; all the cowboys laughed and snickered (this will be a show) but to their shock all Chester did was talk. In time, Chester got his own farm with many horses, he called the horses his Bybillies (don't know why); and he would say in his twangy, pleasant voice proudly, his horsies where grazing with the blue Blowbilllies. seems he had a delightful secret language . . . _____________________ April 27, 2018 Poetry/Narrative/A Sweet Hillbilly Boy Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1017-390-01 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, Hillbillies, Bybillies and Blowbilllies sponsor, Caren Krutsinger Second Place