Dadgum It Boy

grandpa use to sit in his rockin chair I'd climb in his lap both started to nod off so we took a nap he'd let me play in his bread offend time he'll wake up snorting, coughing, and showing spitting hailing hands waving jumping up out of his seat screaming hollering what's this He'd jump up and he would say yell Dadgum it boy whaz ya dun did now My grandpa seemingly would have a cow He'd said Dadgum it boy Later on that day I seen him out in the yard With a shovel in his hands Appears he was diggin a hole I had laid my rake down And as grandpa turned around He took a few steps And stepped on the head of that rake as that pole of the rake hit him in the face... he said he would say yell Dadgum it boy whaz ya dun did now My grandpa seemingly would have a cow He'd said Dadgum it boy ya, can't do nothin right git right over there and sit down, don't move a muscle Dadgum it 10/11/18 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018 10th ANNUAL INTERGENERATIONAL POETRY CONTEST University of Nebraska Omaha COLLEGE OF PUBLIC AFFAIRS AND COMMUNITY SERVICE DEPARTMENT OF GERONTOLOGY Poetry to Bridge Generations. Poetry is the voice of the soul How the world views or how society treats older people. Submission by