E.J. Smith Poet Free verse

Talkin' To Joe

Remember the day we were playing
Cowboys and Indians in the barn?
Bert was sittin' on the three-legged stool
Milkin' the old cow,
Sam or you,
(Never me, I was always innocent)
Poked that cow in the butt
With a tobacco stick.
Oh, What a shout Bert let out!
We all flew to Granny and you screamed,
"Hide us quick, Mama, that old man's
Gonna kill us!"
She stuffed us all three under the "company room"  bed.
We could always count on her...

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E.J. Smith January 29, 2012 at 10:01 AM Thanks for all your positive comments! Everthing I write about Uncle Joe is true and real!

Anne-Lise Andresen January 28, 2012 at 7:20 AM Like it very much. oxox love Anne-Lise

Ilene Bauer January 28, 2012 at 7:13 AM this is a wonderful telling of a sweet memory. i hope it's real! i enjoyed it.