A Sweet Hillbilly Boy
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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
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