We were both called Shorty, me and this new cowpoke Shay.
He had a disappointed attitude that could be seen a mile away.
I did not like him instantly, he annoyed my organized mind.
He was not to my liking or taste, we were not two of a kind.
Shay was a loud mouth, thought his jokes were a hoot.
He was a weird co-worker, an ornery, persnickety coot.
I could not stand him until I got in trouble one day.
Who came to my aid? That ornery guy name of Shay.
We became friends after that; I taught him to shoot
He taught me to keep folding money in my right boot.
That Needham rifle was his, but he gave it to me.
When he was sick with the cancer in 1873.
Categories:
needham, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Anna Pearl Longman
1900-1916
Dewey Hicks truly loved me.
Loved me as Mark loved Cleo,
Loved me as Pyramus loved Thisbe.
We took many a determined stroll,
With hands entangled delightedly,
Down the cool expectant streets,
Of this quiet Quaker town,
Across the strident fields at noon time,
Seeking a shady spot under the sun.
Happily we found one,
In the still sullen afternoon,
Of my final day on earth,
Way over by the Strong Ranch,
Hidden by the stately pampas plumes,
The ripe strawberry field of the Needham family;
Dewey and me settled in silence that day,
Me feeding him there,
His blond crown upon my brown carriage,
One moist sweet strawberry at a time,
No doubt, our finest moment as lovers.
But then, as with all things in life,
Written and unwritten,
It ended as my heart stopped,
Stopped as a clock unwound in time,
There in the still summer heat,
Of this quiet Quaker town.
Categories:
needham, love,
Form: Epitaph