Ridiculously responsible refined Rutherford Cat
Responded remarkably easy to the rat that sat
Willing him to record his refined pitter pat splat
We saw it ourselves, me and my friend Matt.
A famous recording artist in county of Platt.
What a nice guy is refined Rutherford Cat!
I have rose gold hair my sister said.
What color is that? I asked. Is it red?
I was hoping it was not, for she is my twin.
Looking exactly alike all our life has not been a win.
It is like rose gold jewelry, if you have seen that.
Some came from North Dakota from the county Platt.
I had not seen it at all, but was relieved to find
That her rose gold hair looked nothing like mine.
Here lies what was left of Jason Platt
Who fell into a molten iron ore vat
One fatal slip was all it took
And no one got a final look.
Written November 13, 2022
Octavius Platt could not carry a tune;
it seems all of his notes were heavy and flat.
He bought him a bag that would hold his bassoon,
a pump, and a map so he’ll know where he’s at.
So now he plays nights, and he sleeps until noon;
Octavius Platt is one snazzy jazz cat.
Mama N them would platt N braid my hair;
She’d say girl git up ya got to go somewhere;
Where si tat skirt I juz hemmed up;
Git o’ver here and don’t be stutting yo stuff
2/8/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
The perils they continue
As the lightening claimed the sun
"I's gots ta watch tha leader
Un hope her don't decides ta run"
"Gabe youse gits tha boys un tow
Case all hell coulds breaks oot"
Said Samuel as he started for his mount
Rope in hand he crawled aboard his eyes upon the cow
Another danger passed they traveled on
The days were getting shorter as the season changed
The grass was beginning to pale
But the cattle still managed to get their fill
They had just crossed the Platt River
And the ground began to move
Grasshoppers by the millions
As far as they could see.
The ground was totally naked
Not a spear of grass was found
And this was where they planned to camp
It was to late to travel on
Cookie banged the pots and pans
Trying to cook bug free
While the cowboys tried to clear the land
Thus their bedrolls to put down"
The cattle stomped
And pawed the ground
They weren't to anxious
Tonight to bed down
"Ain't got no prairie fire worries,"
Bob says to Little Zeke
"Lessen we gits some whar with grass"
And he kicked his horse in the ribs as they entered the pass
A week later they found grass
The cattle were starting to get weak
Samuel called a hault
And all enjoyed the two day break
Renewed the drovers and cattle stepped out refreshed
Two days later the Platt River again came into view.
The leader she began to balk
Samuel put a rope on her and Gabe gave her a whack
As they reached the other side
Some riders topped a ridge
Everyone threw their hats in the air
And holler "Here we is"
Samuel entered the bunkhouse
And to the window he did strole
He looked at the beautiful land
Bowed his head and said "Amen"
Cile Beer
August 17,2010
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