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This is a true story about a happening in my father's teens..It is written as he told it to me..It is about his father my grandfather..

My grandfather farmed and reared 8 boys and 3 girls..He always rented a farm and grew cash crops..When all his sons got grown, he came to the cotton mill and got a job..He had to have been in his late fifties..He worked until he was 74 years old and he had a major heart attack..He lived ten more years but in ill health..

I looked up grandad, grandaddy..It can be spelled grandad or granddad or granddaddy or grandad...
Long ago when grandaddy lived Upon a tenant farm Their closest neighbor lived a mile Distance held its warm charm After settling spell, work began Each day held many chores For children, teens, and their mom, dad Many of them outdoors One day nearest neighbor came by He'd heard family arrived Now lived in Madden old farm house The farm they would revive This neighbor's visits were frequent He came tools to borrow First one tool then another mooched Not return tomorrow Each time grandaddy would send son Country mile to collect Tools neighbor took didn't return Return grans did expect Once neighbor came to borrow saw Of course didn't return In few days grandad needed it Ask sons in voice stern, "Where is the saw?" Sons gave reply, "Nearest neighbor borrowed." Grandaddy said, "Sons do your chores". Sad pill grandad swallowed As he walked shorter wooded path To the neighbor's homeplace He did get angerier each step Anger seemed to set pace When he got there he asked neighbor, "Why don't you bring tools back?". Moocher answered, "Its too far to walk A mile there to giveback". Well if one thought grandaddy angry On the far way over One ought to have seen his high steps When he came back aquiver Sponsor: Craig Cornish Contest:Funny Poem Please click on "About This Poem"

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Date: 8/4/2012 12:22:00 PM
LOL, love this story, Sara
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Date: 8/4/2012 8:38:00 AM
Sensational! Thanks for education on grandaddy. Every time I use granddaughter, I am kerflumped. Now I see anything goes. love, Kathy
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Date: 8/2/2012 10:38:00 PM
oh, so this is NOT that sad story you told me. I see you finished this one. Good entry for the funny contest, my friend!
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Date: 8/2/2012 3:54:00 PM
sara, is this that story you told me how he died from going after the saw?? if so, I think you should show it!! but maybe this was a different story?
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Date: 8/2/2012 12:42:00 PM
you set the mood and tone in your first stanza, sara, leaving me wanting more... great story teller you are... will lok forward to the next installment.... beautiful vignette of country life!..:) huggs
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Date: 8/1/2012 5:22:00 PM
uh-oh not a good day when dad has to get his tools back
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Date: 8/1/2012 4:54:00 PM
yes, the title of this poem is so true. A nice farming scene presented.
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Date: 8/1/2012 3:07:00 PM
Good start - you should develop it into a picture of rural life. Peace & Love Matthew Anish
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Date: 8/1/2012 11:27:00 AM
Nice write sara and many thanks xx
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Date: 8/1/2012 11:07:00 AM
A happy family....long ano - enjoy your poem Sara - well done! - oxox love Anne-Lise
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Date: 8/1/2012 9:22:00 AM
Great start...enjoy story poems !!
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