Stark Hunter Poet Epitaph

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Poem 16

Extended epitaph from the anthology Voices From Mt. Olive Cemetery, a work in progress.

 

Orville C Cameron 1889-1914

Orville C. Cameron

1889-1914

Oh, such larks indeed.

Over at the State School pond,

Way back in the tuft of Eucalyptus shade,

We swam, we yelled, and we laughed.

We, the gang from lower Painter Street,

We, the tough boys with fists of brass!

We heckled, we jumped and we cursed,

The big boys from upper Newlin Street,

Those cowards with flowers for fists.

Ha! They thought we couldn’t stand.

They thought we would run and hide,

Here in this Dorland bone yard.

But we stood our ground that day,

That donnybrook day in 1905,

Way back, way back in the tuft of cypress shade,

Over by County Road and Hadley Street.

We boys, the tough boys, with kicks of iron!

Stabs of steel!

Our finest moment while alive,

My finest memory while dead.

So, how did I die you ask?

Sorry, but no response from me.

Just ask the Big Boys from upper Newlin Street,

Those cowards with flowers for fists.

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