1. The Hunting Horn
Say his name three times quickly:
Reed Roe Ramey--
Some wits would call him Railroad
Ramey.
With Loud and Drive he'd hunt
the wily 'coon all night,
the dogs baying,
the horn echoing around the
mountain,
while the bored raccoon most likely
fell asleep
in the high fork of a sweet gum tree.
By JRC 10/01/13
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Ancestor Relics
Posted by Joanne Cage -- Joanne Cage at 9:59 AM
Labels: Poems by me
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1 comment:
I like this 'un.
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