I wrote this poem a few years ago and thought some of you old timers may be able to relate
We Was Mountainmen
I remember when we was mountainmen
seems like it wern't long ago
We was Bullhide tough and we played real rough
there wern't a man that we couldn't throw
When we drawed down on a deer our eyes was clear
an that critter was soon on a pole
We Mountainmen,... you'd a thought back then
that we would ever grow old
We shoot smoothbores now, can't see rear sights
but the front blade is still fairly clear
we load them smoothies with a big round ball
an we still manage to kill us some deer
We still rendezvous an we still count coup
but it ain't like it use ta be
Our joints is worn an it's hard ta run
when ya got a titanium knee
Then there's them pipes, ya just never know
if they're in the shape they should be
So the Doc he say's, Son I think it's time
ya got a colonoscopy
Can't sleep no more on the cold hard ground
since we got that new plastic hip
use ta drink a whole jug round the fire at night
now it's just a few little sips
The day will come...not far down the road
when they'll wanna put us in a home
They'll say we're too old ta be out in the cold
too old ta hunt on our own
When they come ta take me to that old folks home
on some cold dark rainy night
They'll sure be surprised when this old Coon say's
"BOYS, THAT'LL BE AFTER THE FIGHT!"
But if they win, an I'm put in
to that fearsom lonely place
to swaller pills cuz I got the chills
mongst wrinkles on my face,
Then remember me, ya all that's still free,
an hold to the mountain creed
To never rest, but fight yer best
Til the old coon is finely freed
thmbsup Love it.
thmbsup thmbsup thmbsup That about sums it up.
Old Salt
thmbsup thmbsup thmbsup
You just articulated what's in my mind! I love it! thmbsup
Shinning Time and Great Poem
So very true!
Just catching up with posts from my chemo treatment days.
And getting truer with every passing day....