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SNAKE WHOMPER
Well there I was mid afternoon.
Deer hunting behind a home made blind
and woods as dead as they could be.
Bored!
Memorized each tree and hill
two hours at least until prime time.
And roving eyes alight
on a broken and healed small sapling
huh....
So I cut it out of the straight crowd. Carried it back to my seat
and considered it.
from all angles.
still bored.
Then I took out my sheath knife and began removing all if it
which didn't scream "healed broken sapling!"
leaving an obtuse L
with 2 bulges at the kink.
hmmm........
So I took off the bark for about ten inches of its forty
good contrast between barked and nude.
....needed a bit something else....
So I cut a helix spiral
for 5 revolutions.
now nude-spiraled and barked, and time
to put this aside, time for deer to move.
...but they didn't that evening
at least not for me.
So I gathered my gear and trudged to truck
in the gathering gloom
with that whittled sapling .
Two days later decided to visit youngest son.
And his wife and my grandson,
For some reason I took that sapling
which I had dubbed"snake whomper"
I took it out of the old truck and showed it to grandson whom
I call Spud (another story)
he's not yet two years.
I told him it was a snake whomper
and gave it to him.
he
forthwith
proceeded
to Whomp
ME with it.
Does that say it all?
Comments
Esker
Mon, 2014-11-17 18:59
Homespun Handler
Poems with flavor and flair
"Snake Whomper"
got my attention right off the buck!
Nothing like the true brave of the
"test pilots" of tomorrow!
My dad would sit on the deer knolls
waiting for the dog punchers..
a job he had for years..
an excellent hunter and fisherperson!
he would comprise poems which
were epic versions of humor of
the years that he would sing....
He was like a troubador in that regard
and this brings me back the years!
Poetry is so personal at times..
versions of our lives....
be we inner city...or plains
or countries distant from each
we engrain details and flavor
such as your poem has
My younger brother is a sculpter
of antler and bone
and myself too although its been
years since I whittled anything
You got me thinking of what I
can carve maybe!!
Thank You sir for your provocative
and true stories of your adventures
(we are all snakes)
hah!
immense laughter from this poet
at the merriment!
scribbler
Wed, 2015-02-18 16:00
Hello
I venture away from rhyming stuff once in a while and thought this story which happened last week might be a good chance to do so lol. I'm pleased it brought back some good memories for you. BTW this is the first poem I Ever wrote on a keyboard as opposed to paper......guess I better get the pen out in case of comp problems.......stan
Simon Smythe
Tue, 2014-11-18 00:56
that's good stuff
it says it all pretty well . . . thanks for the read
scribbler
Tue, 2014-11-18 12:07
Greetings Simon
I don't do a lot of non-rhyming poetry so I'm pleased you enjoyed this stab at it. Thanks for stopping by........stan
Sparrow
Wed, 2015-02-18 18:48
Stan
Just had to smile it just shows that in the presence of children we must choose our words with care, lol.
Liked the story a lot, take care both of you and enjoy the gift of life,
Yours Ian and the Children
.
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Unconditional love to you all.
"Learn to love yourself first"
Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti
scribbler
Thu, 2015-02-19 12:22
Yes
Put any bat shaped object in a toddler's hand and you best be ready to dodge lol......stan
judyanne
Thu, 2015-02-19 10:20
lol
Love it
Love judy
xxx
'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)
scribbler
Thu, 2015-02-19 12:24
Hey Judy
Some folks fail to see the humor in every day types of events lol. Glad you liked this un.....stan