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

[Baby Ricochet]

Awesome poem Tate. One of the guys in my squad broke both the bones in his lower leg when he was running across a cemetery and stepped in a hole. The fracture was so severe it turned out to be his ticket home. We had guys take AK 47 rounds and be back on the line in three weeks. Fractures can be some nasty business for sure. The meter and flow of this piece made it a joy to read. Like it rolls along in your head so beautifully you can't help but to start humming the piece half way through. I need to work on that. Thanks Tate. You're the king.

[Tate Morgan]

In all my adventures and days racing i never broke a bone i bounced good.Buit it sure looked painful Thank you

[Joylene Miller-Rios]

Yeah your deffinantly a country boy, I could feel all the fun you had as I was reading this.

[Tate Morgan]

From this country boy i just want to say there is hardly anything finer than to be blessed by the midwest sun

[Veronica Chandler]

A mile wide smile has fixed itself to my face; this read caused me to reminisce for minutes before I could even respond, and I had to play the song again just for grins! Your story is a lovely piece takes me back to such carefree times and leaves my spirit quite a bit lighter. I grew up on a river and on a horse ranch, so I too had many adventures, but none quite as adventurous and wild as yours. Another wonderful piece...that is some life you had in your youth.

[Tate Morgan]

thanks dear. We have those treasure s and should share them with our children dont you think ?

[Veronica Chandler]

Absolutely agreed.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

This is well written memory... a timeless account of your childhood, and brings me back to my memories as well. We live and we learn, but best of all we grow together, creating the most memorable times of our lives.. Great write!

[Tate Morgan]

Childhood should be full of memories like these and the scars and cuts that come with it and remind us of the times we dared tempt the fates

[Dayran]

hi Huckleberry. A wonderful reminiscence of youth at an age of experience and learning that sees more in the play of children than it did as the children themselves. Be home before supper Tate or I'll tell your father.

[Tate Morgan]

Hi Tom Sawyer lol and would that i could pass these memories to every child

[s y e]

This was great, thoroughly enjoyed it, it was a lovely insight into your childhood.
Lovely

[Tate Morgan]

hi thank you I wish everyone had these memories

[s y e]

My pleasure, I'm sure we all have memories but these were lovely :)

[Rogue]

This was a well penned journey into your childhood.
I enjoyed the trip. :)

[Tate Morgan]

Slap Back no tap backs lol

[Rogue]

Oh yeah? Well you throw rocks like a girl!

-grin-

[Eileenws]

What an amazing adventure. I'm glad it all worked out. Nice poem.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you I am glad you liked it