I’ve traveled through a whole lot of places,
that brought me a whole lot of joy.
But I guess the time I liked most,
Was when I was a Kosse Boy.
I poked my nose in every holler,
of every Pin-Oak I could find.
I’d twist a forked stick in a Possum’s hide,
and pull him out before he’d unwind.
We’d go Coon huntin’ along Still’s Creek,
with an ax and a carbide light.
Chop a limb plum off; just to jump out a Coon,
so’s we could watch him and old Cooter fight.
I got throwed, trying to ride a Brammer bull,
and tore me and my britches on the fence.
Then momma tore them up just a little more;
and I ain’t tried bull riding since.
When it comes down to eating Watermelon;
I’d eat half-a one down to the rind.
Daddy said if I could ever catch one,
I’d ear the barbs off an old Porcupine.
Digging worms and seining minners;
so we could all go a-fishing that night.
Baiting up our hooks on a trot line,
and a-hoping that a catfish would bite.
We’uz kinda poor; but, we didn’t care,
figured everybody lived that way.
Crops always seemed to turn out bad,
and we lived from day to day.
Biscuits and gravy for breakfast,
red beans and taters at noon.
Cornbread and buttermilk for supper,
and bedtime’s a-coming too soon.
I go back there ever so often,
but the home place is done fell in.
I just kinda walk around rememberin’,
and a-wishing I was a Kosse-boy again.
P.N.
A contest entry
- Contest #216 Going Back Home by daviscth.
800 points, ended May 12, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I read an earlier poem of yours that followed the same lines as this one. I guess this was part of the same piece along the way. Just as good as the first and with a little extra tale to tell. You must have had a wonderful childhood, free and easy running, although a little on the poor side, as were so many of us. I loved this piece. I wish you the very best in the contest.
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Thanks Lee, My childhood wasn't so wonderfull. But life was a good teacher,but the memories are wonderfull.
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This is wonderful stuff - I love all the details like the possum in the pin oak, hunting along Still's Creek, seining for minnows and what you had to eat. What a different time that was and so rich with natural, wholesomeness.
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Thank you , it was a diffrent time . A simpler way of life, with a lot of hard work.
A little more money would have helped, just like today. hehe
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Excellent imagery within this composition versed with unforced rhyme--
Very well penned!
Well Done & Best of Luck in the contest!
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What a wonderful imagery filled poem. This was a pleasure to read. Your last verse said it all.. Thank you for the contest entry.
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Thank you. Glad you liked it. And it is true.
But like the song in "Paint Your Wagom", "Nowhere ever looked so good, untill your looking back".
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ohh yes it is a very countrified piece, as we rely
on our brains to catch up to the schemes of what we forgot to try,I love this one, good ole country spellin
good luck in her contest
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To realy bring you to your age, is when you go back and see trees growing in the field that you picked cotton in. Not just a few but a thicket of trees. Sure gets your attention. hehe
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