![]() family historyA Poem by m.s.earlyuncles are lecturing nephews from four wheel drive tailgate stages gathering us young'ens around to listen to them close. they are loudly wielding concoctions and revving up their voice, and refueling tales of yesteryear with romance and libations. in the attention of these burly men dispensing provincial pearls, like how to woo a woman and how to hold your liquor like a man while mothers are out of site, too far from ear shot to reprimand and the young boys snicker while hedonistic tales unfurl. the uncles reminisce and romanticize their antics nostalgically like donuts in poppa's cornfield and coming home late all the time, and the boys still wide eyed fold the story into a timeless memory, tuck it into bib-overalls along with ball bearings and slips of twine, the things that pockets are always filled with when learning family history.
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