Mother Natures Sons

 

Tony lived out in the country

on a hundred acre estate

There on our throne, we called Tombstone

is where we would tempt our fate

On what we called the back forty

set the barn where our ponies stayed

There we could count, each trusty mount

to partner in each game we played

 

 

We picked up our neighbor Georgie

from a bit farther down the lane

 In an hours course, saddled each horse

then set off with the morning rain

Georgie always rode ole Rusty

a stud with a mind of his own

Tough and so wild, mind of a child

ole Rusty was bad to the bone

 

We never went on safari

without carrying BB guns

Which we toted, locked and loaded

we were all mother nature’s sons

We had mastered our universe

or to us at least it seemed so

That afternoon, we shot a coon

how he escaped I'll never know

Off we raced to Lost Creek

our favorite watering hole

Crazy Rusty, hot and dusty

rode out on point for this patrol

Out past the neighbors fields of corn

our club house in the willow tree

The winding lane, a weather vane

to the creek that ran to the sea

 

 

We tied the horses to a tree

in the grass by the swimming hole

Piled up the rocks, just like Fort Knox

making it deeper was our goal

All afternoon we played out there

shooting targets off the ridge

Saddled each horse, and in due course

we set off for the cement bridge

 

 

The bridge barely cleared the water

where the rain had swollen the creek

So now it ran, over the span

as it had the entire week

Now George of course wanting the lead

headed for the top of the ridge

He couldn't see apparently

the algae that grew cross the bridge

 

 

He met the bridge at full gallop

Rusties shoes slipped as he went down

George screamed "Oh crap," and with a snap

broke his leg and began to drown

 We both jumped in and pulled him out

caught his horse and threw him back on

Pain made him hurl, he screamed like a girl

any dignity was now gone

 

 

We drug him back to his mothers house

where she promptly rushed him to town

Tony and I, both waved goodbye

determined that we wouldn't frown

We camped under the stars that night

each wrote out our Wills in a draft

Tony turned in, and with a grin

said "tomorrow we build a raft"

Author's Note

As a boy Tony Williams and I were most fortunate to have his families hundred acre estate to roam on. In a fool-hearty downriver adventure. He and I had attempted to ride the current during a storm upon a tube with a door atop it. The tube struck a fallen tree downstream and turned under the water. We both thought it was the end. Happily we both bobbed up on the other side and floated 6 miles down to my grandfathers Eddies bridge where we secured a ride home. On the way home Tony said "Well this day is shot all to hell! One didn't know what might come next with Tony. But one things for sure, another day meant another adventure.

Reviews

[Saumya]

this is soooooooooooooooooooooo sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet .............................!!!!!!!!!!1i just loved it................hats offffffffff!!!!!!!!!11111

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you so much I am sorry I seem to have forgotten to thank you my fault entirely.

[Saumya]

no problem.....!!
you are highly welcomed..!! :)

[Tate Morgan]

ThAnk you I am on vacation and noticed that I forgot I am sorry

[Samuel Dickens]

Oh, those crazy, dangerous, wonderful days of youth! What further proof of guardian angels is needed? You probably knew I'd like this, Tate.

[Tate Morgan]

I wasnt too sure however i talked to mark on the phone the other day.He said he had stopped to visit you once .And i can only say he was impressed. So to our brother in adventure I'm glad you liked it.I am sure it felt like many a day you lived as well

[Muse]

A close call becomes a bitter sweet memmory. This made me think back to my childhood. My brother and I loved going to the park in town...it had a creek there that we would walk along...skip the rocks...look for frogs...get muddy and dirty as we looked for worms and chased the ants. We were entertained by our own imaginations...it had no boundaries...we cared not that we were poor. Mother nature was free...our playground...our refuge to be young, naive, and simple-minded.

[Tate Morgan]

Yeah you get it . I thank you You would have been welcome to come along have a good time Being a kid is always more fun than being an adult

[Muse]

you would not have liked the games that my brother and I played...truth dare double dare...I made him eat bugs!

[Tate Morgan]

Oh like we never played games like that Dont get me started lol

[Muse]

I got him to eat a daddy long leg. he he he

[Muse]

A close call becomes a bitter sweet memmory. This made me think back to my childhood. My brother and I loved going to the park in town...it had a creek there that we would walk along...skip the rocks...look for frogs...get muddy and dirty as we looked for worms and chased the ants. We were entertained by our own imaginations...it had no boundaries...we cared not that we were poor. Mother nature was free...our playground...our refuge to be young, simple-minded, and free.

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Tate,

Yours is a poetic heart, always. A wonderful tale of the antics of boys in the countryside. Ah, the adventures!

A very nice write.

Best regards,

Rick

[Tate Morgan]

Hi rick always a treasure to hear from you

[J. Hampton]

enchanting ....
it beckoned me for a second read... much like a second helping
a feel good prosey-tale
the gems are the playful country languge sprinkles topping this great story
such as...
"cross the bridge
"We drug him "


nice

[Tate Morgan]

thank you very much

[Alicia Schroeder]

This brought me back to those younger years.. The adventures we have as children.. Thanks for sharing your adventure.. Wonderfully written peice.

[Mark]

Well, my review could hardly hold a candle to some of what i just read...Nevertheless, though I am reading you somewhat less often these days, your words never fail to move me; I see you are even beginning to attempt to incorporate some punctuation! A lovely reminiscence of childhood days, and that lovely sense of invulnerability we all used to have, before discovering how truly vulnerable we ALL actually ARE! Lovely work, Tate, keep 'em coming!

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Mark Yes i too am feeling the vulnerability I wrote this piece to commemorate My friend Tony Williams and his 53rd birthday on the 25th of this month,

[Mark]

Sunday afternoon, and just got back from KZKO, where I heard about five poems (including "Farley") before the website began messing up and layered "One Funk At A Time" on top of the World Poetry show...halfway through Jack's second read, I think it was. My internet wasn't working Friday night, but for the record, I DID try!

[Tate Morgan]

I had the same trouble layered shows over each other it changed a few minutes later as it fixed itself so glad you came along what did you think of farley

[Mark]

Well, I reviewed it a few months ago...why'n'cha go see for yourself?? LOL!

[A.E. Surdam]

I really like your style of writing. I have noticed by reading your work that each word that I pass I find myself on a journey. The music and the pictures only add to the experience. Thank you for another beautiful and inspiring poem.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you these last 9 or so were written in a poetic narrative style i attribute to David lewis PAget.i like stories in my work

[minisla]

Reminds me of my childhood spent on adventures getting up to all sorts of trouble.

[Tate Morgan]

I suppose we are lucky to have survived but at that age if you didnt have a scar yet you hadnt lived any

[minisla]

Kids seem to be a tad over protected these days. Shame really.

[Tate Morgan]

yeah way too overprotected. The news would have you think you should be afraid and the government will protect you They couldnt prevent a nose bleed lol.Truth is we need to not be afraid of life it makes us week.

[minisla]

Fear is an cunning ploy

[Tate Morgan]

yeah to hear them tell it we need to keep our kids indoors and schedule play dates