UNDER FESS PARKER'S SPELLA Poem by papaedanswer to a 12 word challengeI confess I loved Fess at the age of eight or nine for Davy Crockett I would pine
Who knows the reasons a young boy could identify with a TV mountain man? Could it be the seasons that he did exemplify doing good for all that one can?
Or the way he could charge, from behind a large stone, stooped and loosely carrying his rifle? His coon skin cap with tail so large, running in moccasins, alone, a man with whom no one would trifle.
Could it be his leather breeches, or his buckskin with waving fringe, or maybe his quiet vocal quality? His strong determination could reach us. From adversity he would not cringe. He treated every person with equality.
Too young to understand what it meant that he produced and directed himself and invested his money well. A talented man who’s made a mint, who spent each day not on a shelf. He could frame a scene to sell.
... “King of the Wild Frontier”, is a tune I still remember well. Maybe my notes were flat, but like an idiot, I wanted the gear, and forgetting the camera, I was under his spell. I imagine I can feel him giving my head a pat. © 2009 papaedReviews
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3 Reviews Added on August 24, 2009 AuthorpapaedKansas City, MOAboutno erudite pontifications, no complex extrapolations no intentional hurtful lies, just simple age-wise aliteration and prose, of a man who's in the throes of living day to day from his head down to.. more..Writing
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