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| | From:  wileybill (Original Message) | Sent: 2/23/2008 1:20 AM |
Chasing Geese
The old Loadstar Austin had a narrow cab
But in those days riding up back was not bad
So being young fellows my brother and I
Rode on the back with the world to spy
Riding on the seal was safe from the dust
But on hitting the shingle hiding was a must
As the wheels of the truck sent up a cloud
And the straining engine was noisy and loud
We reached the Harper ford and bumped across
The river was low but any bolder could toss
Us over the side and into the water
So we stuck to the truck like concrete and mortar
Leaving the truck in the shade of the trees
We crossed the Wilberforce up to our knees
And with the good logs of Algidus up on our left
We searched for our prey in the streams warp and weft
John and Gordon had guns - we only had sticks
As we chased the full grown flapper chicks
Of over-fed Canada geese we did catch
Thirty and six to the pot was a match
In the clear mountain air we had a good day
And faced the bumps and dust as if at play
But when we got back to the Lighthouse door
Something not nice was held there in store
Our share of the haul was eighteen big birds
That needed to be plucked we quickly heard
So feathers and down all covered the ground
As out of our mouths came grumbling sound
Now that’s another story from Te Pirita way
It truly did happen about fifty years to this day
While working with John on Lighthouse farm
And on this day only the geese came to harm.
Mark Thrice
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