Hubbard Hll Memories Verses 5 and 6 Gerry Hubbard
When LaVerne turned over that old milk truck on Earl’s hill when black ice he struck, What happened after always makes me smile.
As I drove the tractor to the spill I hit that same damned icy hill and skidded almost to the milk can pile.
As I drove the tractor to the spill I hit that same damned icy hill and skidded almost to the milk can pile.
To turn that old truck upright took an hour.
And on the road the milk began to sour.
Then I put that tractor in low gear and towed that wreck till almost near the barn where we just stared at it awhile.
And on the road the milk began to sour.
Then I put that tractor in low gear and towed that wreck till almost near the barn where we just stared at it awhile.
Sue could take a .22 and hit the nail heads that popped through that old wood shed roof baking in the sun.
And we shot rats and dogs and chipmunks, hunted squirrel and deer and woodchucks, some for food and others just for fun.
And we ‘coon hunt on Autumn rainy nights,
With dogs and guns and beer and big flashlights.
While that hound dog pack was barking “treed”, we’d crash half drunk through brush and weeds, to get that scared raccoon in our gun sights.
No comments:
Post a Comment