A cute poem I found: Bills in Trouble Ive got a letter, parson, from my son away out West, An my ol heart is heavy as an anvil in my breast, To think the boy whose futur I had once so proudly planned, Should wander from the path o right an come to sich an end? I told him when he left us only three short years ago, Hed find himself a-plowin in a mighty crooked row- Hed miss his pathers counsel, an his mothers prayers, too, But he said the farm was hateful, an he guessed hed have to go. I know thats big temptation for a youngster in the West, But I believed our Billy had the courage to resist, An when he left I warned him o the ever-waiting snares That lie like hidden serpents in lifes pathway everywheres, But Bill he promised faithful to be keerful, an allowed Hed build a reputation thatd make us mighty proud. But it seems as how my counsel sort o faded from his mind, An now the boys in trouble o the very wusted kind! His letters came so seldom that I somehow sort o knowed That Billy was a-trampin on a mighty rocky road, But never once imagined hed bow my head in shame, An in hte dustd waller his ol daddys honored name, He writes from out in Denver, an the storys mighty short; I just cant tell his mother; itll crush her poor ol heart! An so I reckoned, parson, you might break the news to her- Bills in the legislatur but he doesnt say what fur.
Posted on: Thu, 17 Oct 2013 16:45:47 +0000
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