Just inside the graveyard
fence stood a big old pecan tree.
One day two boys came
hunting nuts. In actuality.
They filled a big old
bucket (though they spilled some by the fence),
Then sat down right
there by the tree so counting could commence.
“One for you and one
for me,” said one boy, happily.
“And another one for
you and then another one for me.”
A third young boy came
riding past the graveyard on his bike,
Heard some voices from
inside that sounded quite ghostlike.
Slowed and heard a voice
say, “One for you and one for me.”
“One for you and one
for me,” it continued gleefully.
In an instant, he had
figured who was speaking thus,
Left to find someone
with whom all this he could discuss.
‘Round the bend he came
upon an old man with a cane,
Hobbling slowly down
the road in quite extensive pain.
“Come here quick!” the
boy said. “Please believe what I just heard!”
“They’re in there sharing
out the souls, both Satan and the Lord!”
He
said, “Beat it kid, you see it's hard for me to stroll?”
The boy was firm. The graveyard
fence then became their goal.
Standing by the bars
they heard those fateful words once more,
“One for you and one
for me.” As had been said before.
The
old man whispered, “Boy, you're right. What you said is true!”
“Let's move closer by
the fence and bring the Lord in view!”
They
gripped tight those iron bars as they tried to get a glimpse.
But
they could not see anything. Though they hung there like two chimps.
At last they heard, “For
you. For me. That's all and ain’t this fun?”
“Let's get those nuts o’er
by the fence and then we will be done!”
The
old man led for a good half-mile, just running like a deer,
Before the kid on the
bike shot past and left him in the rear.
'Tis Monday and I know you know that that means poetry.
Beautiful images.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Tricia!
DeleteHAHAHAHA! Love it, Diane! I'm still laughing here :)
ReplyDeleteMy job here is done! :)
DeleteWhat a great story! I loved this one Diane.
ReplyDeleteI'm, so glad, Rena! Thank you!
DeleteYour poems always tell a story and this one was a doozy.
ReplyDeleteI so love a good story! Thank you, Delores!
DeleteLoved it!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Jim!
DeleteI love your poetry Mondays...
ReplyDeletethank you, Renee! Me, too! :)
DeleteLoving it. And smiling broadly.
ReplyDeleteThe smile is what I'm going for. Yay!
DeleteYou've outdone yourself. Couldn't stop laughing!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Karen! You've made my day!
DeleteToo cute! I could see them all!!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Haralee! I have such a vision of that elderly fellow just booting it down the road...
DeleteSuch a good story and told so well. I can just picture that old man running down the road.
ReplyDeleteExactly! Thank you!
DeleteThat's a funny one :)
ReplyDeleteSo glad you liked it, River!
DeleteWell done ...and I'm smiling too!
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan
I know some guys who would put out little bits of bate on the kitchen floor of a run down London appartment put on their shoes stomp around the kitchen in the dark and the see how many cockroaches they'd killed when lights come on.Yuck
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