Story Tellers
There's some stories old men tell
Just so they can hear themselves
Always hold a certain ring
With their own brand of embellishing
Around the stove in the old country store
If they've told it once, they've told it more
Look you straight in the eye
Before their pants are set on fire
They'll have you staring in belief
That what you see is reality
Look at you with the straightest face
So as not to give themselves away
Listening to all the old men
Toss out the line to reel it back in again
Like a Salty dog on a fishing boat
Keeping the tall tales they tell afloat
There's some stories old men tell
Fooling you as they fool themselves
Always hold a certain ring
With their own brand of embellishing
Thinking back to when my Grandfather owned an old country store where as a kid I'd sit on the uneven worn out wooden floor and listen to all the old men spin their tales. Not sure if he ever sold much but boy we sure had fun!
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment