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Nadine Dockstader Poem
Charon the boatman. what a ghastly old soul
Eternal death for the man with no toll
No Garden of Eden on the other side
Climb in the boat and ride out the tide
He took you across the river Styx
For some it gave eternal bliss
Those who came without a fare
Lost their souls and forever stared
With two pence placed on your eyes
There was no need to say good byes
You were granted to live to eternity
Alive, not dead, immortally
He ferried you to the underworld
From his gnarled hand you were hurled
Into the darkness with a lantern so bright
Only the rich escaped the reapers plight
You stood before the King of the Dead
His name was Hades so they said
He was the God of the Underworld
The son of a titan you were lured
Copyright © Nadine Dockstader | Year Posted 2011
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Nadine Dockstader Poem
My Momma called me late yesterday
Told me our Jenny had passed away
Her life was taken by a Louisiana bear
My body went weak, but I grinned from ear to ear
She could shoot a quail at 100 yards
Get her hands dirty, take care of the farm
Her Daddy called her his best ranch hand
But I was really her biggest fan
She drove a flat bed pick up truck
Changed her own oil, tuned it up
She had the bluest eyes I'd ever seen
She had a .38 tucked in her jeans
She could skin a deer by the pale moonlight
Put it in a pan and cook it up right
Hope heavens ready for Tomboy Jenny
She'll show up in boots and a crown
She could reel in catfish from dusk to dawn
Do cartwheels across that big country lawn
She had freckles that danced down her nose
We played in the bayou where the dogwood grows
I can't believe that she is really gone
She made us feel like we all belonged
I loved her then, I'll miss her now
Tomboy Jenny never left this town
She's the reason us boys hung around .........
Copyright © Nadine Dockstader | Year Posted 2012
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