Best Historymay Poems
Above my hearth rests a muzzle loader I know not how old.
Ah, could it speak, what adventurous tales to be told!
Oft I've caressed it and pondered time and again,
About where it was made and who its owners might have been!
Lewis and Clark may have used it in their daring odyssey,
To carry out Jefferson's dream and quest for Manifest Destiny!
Could it have been shouldered by Dan'l Boone, that hardy pioneer,
In his exploration of Kentucky to expand the western frontier?
Could it have reposed above the hearth of a humble cabin abode,
Ever ready to keep at bay whatever peril may have bode?
I'm sure it was used by a father with all his skill and ardor,
To provide provender for his family's ever scanty larder!
Perhaps it was fired by a Yank or Reb clashing upon the field of strife,
Brother against brother, bent on sending the other to eternal life!
Mayhaps a grizzled mountain man of the Rocky Mountain west,
Toted it in his quest for beaver fur of which he was obsessed!
Maybe it was aboard a Conestoga wagon pulled by plodding teams,
And carried by a man heading west to fulfill his family's dreams!
I suppose I could attach to it any fanciful tale I might choose,
But about its ancient and mysterious past I much prefer to muse!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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See that old dry creek bed, used to run bank to bank
Lighting, thunder, logs and boulders coming down
Mark my words, they will flow again someday
This time it may go over the bank
Who knows it might just take the whole town
We have to prepare that day
That scar you have there, used to be a cut
Almost went to the bone, thank your lucky star
It healed, things never stay the same
Like life, we cannot afford to get in a rut
May not be pretty, but be glad that you have that scar
A reminder on how it came
That little acorn, someday may be a big oak tree
Then form it, more little acorns will fall
As the never ending cycle starts all over again
You have to look before you can see
Before you walk, you have to crawl
Sometimes you have to lose in order to win
If it did it once, it will do it again
Yes history, kind of has a funny way about that
Sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet
Some are going to lose and some will win
There is not a dang thing we can do about that
Yes Sir, someday history will repeat
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