Fencing on The Hill Terry Power |
Growing up as a boy in Branch Meant lots of different chores Like shearing sheep, making hay And going for the cows.
But a vivid thought comes to my head And I laugh at it still It’s the day I went with Sooley Fencing on The Hill
Being fishing season And late up in the spring The task to driving all the stakes Was left to me and him
With nails and hammer all in hand We headed for The Nap Spreading all those stakes in line We tried to fill the gap.
With Sooley holding tightly to a stake I did proceed to swing And came down heavy with the mallet And struck him on the brim.
He grabbed the mallet from my hand And this to me did say I do not trust you with this lad Go with your friends and play
“Written on a winter night in 2002, while remembering a very special uncle”—Terry
Terry is the son of the late Mrs. Aggie (Mooney) and Mr. John
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Branch Come Home Year August 9-19, 2007 |