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 Not For Free
Late one summer on an August day,
My cousin came for a while to stay.
Walter was about twelve my brother eleven,
I tagged along at about six or seven.
I didn’t know what plans they had,
Just the thought of adventure and I was glad.
We walked and walked down a lonely dirt road,
No signs of life not even a horny toad.
Finally they stopped at a barbed wire fence,
As they explained the plan, it all made sense.
This one ol’ fence was just no match,
To keep us out of a watermelon patch.
Of course they neglected to tell little me,
The fruit of our labor was not really free!
Although, it didn’t take long to find this out,
As we heard a very loud and angry shout.
Then two big booms and I heard "Shotgun!”
We dropped our loot and started to run.
We couldn’t get through the fence fast enough,
As those sharp ol’ barbs made it really rough.
No watermelons for all our pain,
But a lesson for sure we did attain.
JRS © 4-2-04
The "Okie" Poet
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