Uncle Jim

He lived in a small place down by the river Raised a few chickens and a garden to tend Neat and clean but we knew he had little But to us children he was a dear friend Always ready to come play our silly games Or happy to listen to our childish tales of woe He knew when and where the fish were biting His wonderful tall tales he was glad to bestow He rode into town on his old cow names Irene She didn’t seem to mind at times being a horse If it rained he carried a big black umbrella It was a sight to see, we loved it of course You can imagine , our parents thought him odd And I guess he was if the whole truth be told But he was a special part of out young lives We wouldn’t have traded him for a bucket of gold… Believe it or not, this is a true story.. 10/23/14 Barbara Gorelick- Sketch a Character contest