Charleston Farmhouse Door
Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag
Rustlers were again on the prowl
Gone was his coveted prized cow
Left in the corral it was safe it seemed
Sadly in the morning it went missing
Won Mother of the Year blue ribbons
The envy of other settlers around
Could have fetched a little fortune
And life would have taken a good turn
His prized bull was luckily not taken
Safe and secured when it happened
It was in the farmhouse to be fattened
Blessed with the hand of Providence
He would have to start all over again
A process that takes quite some time
But now he must always
remember
He could do it with a locked farm door
Written for Tess' Magpie Tales #172 and shared with Real Toads Open Link Monday
Sad it has to be locked, or ones world can get rocked! #1!!!
ReplyDeletewhew, at least it isn't ALL gone. i like this! well told.
ReplyDeleteI agree with both of the above: sad and well told.
ReplyDeleteout on the frontier...its a rough life....i kinda lament the day we had to start locking all the doors....fearing safety from our fellow man...
ReplyDeleteIn modern society locks
ReplyDeletemaybe a necessity
but I fear the ultimate cost,
lock the door to your heart
and all is lost !
If the bull is being fattened, does that mean he will be gone soon, too? I enjoyed this poem, kiddo. Good one! Hope whoever took Bessie treats her well, I worry about her.
ReplyDeleteHey, get a breeding out of that bull before the inevitable... sounds harsh, but that's farm life.
ReplyDeleteWe never locked our doors when I was little. But then, we didn't have much to steal, either! Sad that a key is all that stands between a tempted person and a bad deed. Thanks for a great meditation on farms and fortune. Amelita
I always think it's sad that locks need to be used to protect what people have worked hard to attain. Thank you for sharing these reflections on life. I love the cowboy lingo and the country flavours you have incorporated. Well done.
ReplyDeleteWhat a story you saw in a lock. I remember the days when we didn't have to lock anything, not even the front door. Sadly, those days are gone.
ReplyDeleteOh dear it seems like a case of a lesson learned too late. At least there's hope at the end.
ReplyDeleteSharply ingenious...
ReplyDeleteI wanted to say 'No bull' but I couldn't. :-/
ReplyDeleteThe waytour mind works never ceases to amaze me,Hank, thanks !
ReplyDeleteGreat cowboy story in a poem :)
ReplyDeleteLife was tough for those first settlers.
That was a nice story told through your poem. Materialism and greed snatches freedom both from outside us and within us.
ReplyDeleteNice composition :)
Looks like the prize bull will get to work off some calories!
ReplyDelete...and those are the days of living ...but we love it just the same!
ReplyDeleteI love the atmosphere and how you have captured the time, fabulous
ReplyDeleteWell told story. I am glad that there is hope for the farmer and his livelihood. :-)
ReplyDelete~Imelda
Sad tale here - much to be said for locked doors - sad that we have to contemplate it.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
I feel like I stepped back in time..a sad frontier tale..I'm afraid today everyone keeps their doors locked.
ReplyDeleteThank you Hank, for an interesting read today.
We just had to add a burglar alarm to our home. A sad sign of the times.
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