September Fall

                                                                            

  I Once  

Had A Chill

  One  September  Night.

     Granny’s Poultice Rub Took the

    Wheezing Away,Though It Was Still an

    Eighty Degree Dog Night, With Crops Still In

      The Barn.  I  Needed Rest, But Pa Forewarns.  Bank’s

  Taking The Farm, If  Something Isn’t Soon done…  Get Up

    He Said! Let’s Take Out This Barn. I Said I Would If  I could,

   But The Heat Hurts My Head. He Said if  Sherman’s Army

    Gets  Here,  We May All  Wind Up  DEAD ! So I Pulled

    Myself Upward, Staggering, I Fell Out Of The Bed.

     I Pulled All The Tobacco Out Of the Barn By

Sunup, And Rested Beneath The Old

Appletree. Sherman’s Army Took

 Another Path, And When Pa

        Came Looking The Only         

 Things Found Dieing

Were The Tree,

                                                                And Me                                                                                     joyceinumass

Paul Willis-2011       GlorymomGeneralSherman