A poem to ponder,
WE WAS MOUNTAINMEN ..by Ron LaClair
I remember when, we was Mountainmen seems like it weren't long ago
We was bullhide tough an we played real rough there wern't a man that we couldn't throw
When we drew down on a deer our eyes was clear an that critter was soon on a pole
We Mountainmen...who'd a thought back then that we would ever grow old
We shoot light bows now, bad shoulders ya know we just wait till the game gets real near
We hone them arraws till they'll pop hair, an we still manage to kill us some deer
We still rendezvous an we still count coup but it ain't like it use ta be
Our joints is worn an it's hard ta run when ya got a titanium knee
Then there's them pipes, ya just never know if they're in the shape they should be
So the Doc he says, "Son I think it's time ya had a colonoscopy"
Can't sleep no more on the cold hard ground since we got that new plastic hip
use ta drink a whole jug round the fire at night, now it's just a few little sips
The day will come...not far down the road when they'll wanna put us in a home
They'll say we're too old ta be out in the cold,to old ta hunt on our own
When they come ta take me to that old folks home on some cold dark rainy night
They'll sure be surprised when this ole coon says,"BOYS, THAT'LL BE AFTER THE FIGHT!"
But if THEY win an I'm put in to that fearsome, lonely place
to swaller pills cause I got the chills a'mongst wrinkles on my face,
Then remember me, Y'all that's still free and hold to the mountain creed,
to never rest, but fight yer best, till the ol' coon is finely freed!
Topic: A Mountainmans destiny (Read 366 times)
