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Harold r Hunt Sr Jul 2014
The Hare and The Turtle
The hare and the turtle were in a race.
No one was there to set the pace,
The hare took the lead we did see.
With the turtle far behind.
We we all know the story
But what you don't know is how the hare won the race.
He won by a hare when driving a Ford.
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
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The *** Down Show Down
Old Grandpa tune his fiddle with pride.
Uncle Joe on the old banjo
Dad he was willing to go on the old washtub.
I had my spoons in my hand ready for the old showdown.
In walked the Matfields with a smile on their face.
Thinking this hoedown was their place.
It all began in one face pace song after song and the dance was right on a faster pace.
Orange Blossom special was the Matfeilds last song.
But old grandpa had one more to be done.
As the cheer rang out old Rocky Top began to play.
The place jumped with joy and began to perform with pride.
Because old Rocky Top Tenn is our home town you see.
Harold r Hunt Sr Aug 2014
THE HOLLOW
In the hollow down below.
Do sees trees with shadows of leaves.
There next to the woods I see a deer.
Standing there ready to run. If a hunter was near.
Not far, away there is a barn the red has faded all but away.
The grass has turned to brown.No rain for days.
The creek will have a dry bed.
I must go to play in that sleepy hollow where I stay.
Harold r Hunt Sr Jun 2014
The horror show.
Here I sit down with a box of popcorn.
Waiting to for the movie to start.
I set so relax that I almost pass out.
Then I hear a scream of fright.
I stare at the screen to see a ****** body hanging from a tree.
Then the another shriek I did hear. As I saw a funny thing.
A bike on the roof with a head on the seat.
The movie played on with such a fright I hid my head to the end. Of the horror show.
Harold r Hunt Sr May 2014
The Horse Race.
The announcer says the horse is at the gate.
There is wee ***** on your just silly;
Patty shes riding cupcake bite.
**** hes on hiccup.
The gate open and they are off. It's **** on hiccup, cup cake and wee ***** on just silly.
As the get to turn one it's ***** on just silly,**** has hiccup at second and patty riding third with cupcake.
In turn two it's just silly,hiccup and cupcake. Turn four its cupcake,hick just silly
And now at the wire you got hiccup just silly and cupcake.
People we have to stop the race. Wee ***** on just silly ate patty cupcake which gave him the hiccups.
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
The Killing of old Tom
They all gather in the barn yard.
Penny and poly pig was there with their ribbons of black
Carol the cow and Bucky the bull sang a song of Moo.
Rocky the rooster calls in the alarm with a crow.
As old tom was taken to the chopping block
The Ax was sharp yes indeed. As he raised it and down it came.
Old Billy the goat said off with his head.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and he is dinner.
The stove is ready and the killing of tom will be the end.
Harold r Hunt Sr Aug 2014
The king came to perform.
There is music in the clouds today.
As the kings gather to play.
The stage is set as the gold does sparkle
The King of country is ready to sing. Hank Williams Sr
Walk to the stage as he sings I saw the light.
The king of rock comes to the stage and the clouds began to shake.
Elvis sings a whole lot of shaking going on.
The last king to show was the king of pop as he did his moon walk .
Michael Jackson As he sings beat it.
They all gather for one more song as the king of bluegrass walks to the stage.
The kings of music they came to play.
Harold r Hunt Sr May 2014
I climb the ladder rail by rail. I don't even know why.
Up and up I go towards the top.
Just a few more to go then i'll be there.
To the top i am now. I hear from down below.
You can start painting the house now.
had to re do might not be the same if anyone copied please send me a copy.
Harold r Hunt Sr Aug 2014
The last leaf
The leaves are beginning to turn these days.
As the seasons ready, itself for the season change.
Brown, yellow and some green are falling to ground.Where they will stay.
The wind blows these last few days to carry the leaves to the ground.
There near the top I see one leaf all alone.
Hanging on to the branch as if it wanted.
To be For some reason, the last leaf of the season.
Harold r Hunt Sr Feb 2016
The Last Skate
Many years ago, I went roller skating all the time.
We all had fun each we went.
The boys would race each other.
Around and around we would go till the bell sounded.
What fun it was.
Today my grandchildren wanted me to go skating with them.
I have not was on skates for 40 years.
My grandson said you can do it grandpa.
So I put skates on for the first time in that many long years.
My grandson said here grand pa I'll hold your hand.
I made it to the first table then headed to the floor.
15 steps I took with .pride. But that was not it.
Down I went to the floor.right on my ****.
My grandson with tears in his eyes he said to me grandpa I think this is your last skate
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
The last words
Here I lay looking at the ceiling
Watching you all crying over me.
Thinking to myself the joke is on you all.
Uncle Joey said I was a great guy.
After he said I was worthless to my eyes.
Aunt June she bends down to kiss me goodbye.
Sticking her ***** job ***** in my face.
What a waste of jelly. I think.
Now i hope I can get my last wish.
That is to be buried face down
So you all can kiss my God! It's time for me to go.
So goodbye and haha, The jokes on you.
I'm taking my money with me!
Harold r Hunt Sr Jul 2014
The letter puzzle.
You find these days you have a puzzle if you need help.
You have the FBI, CIA, NSA, HHS, DEA.
You have DSS NAACP NBA NFL NBA NHL
If you don't have a book to see what each one stands for.
You're *******.
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
The lighthouse
It stands on an island all alone.
Shinning so bright at night.
Looking for the ships that go by in the dark of night.
Looking for a friend to wink at is away of life for this house.
A wink in the fog will guide these ship safe and sound to the main land.
When at night you look to the sea you will see.
The lighthouse so bright is sending you a friendly wink.
Harold r Hunt Sr Nov 2015
The light of twinkle toes
Last night I was watching the sky.
And a funny sight my eyes did see.
For in the sky I saw a red light Oh, so bright.
I knew right away it must be the red nose reindeer.
But when I looked again there were four more lights.
They were just as bright as the first one.
When I asked someone close. Who that was?
They said that it was twinkle toes. Santa's new reindeer.
Santa said, i love the red nose, but i get more light from
twinkle toes
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
The lights of Christmas
I see the snow as it falls on the trees so pretty.
People they gather in the town to see the lights of Christmas.
Red, blue,green and yellow.
Sparkle under the white snow on the trees.
Santa and his sled are all decked out in lights of Christmas.
Snowball fights and songs of joy fill the air and are a sight.
The bells make a song of the season as the snow falls for no reason.
The town is all lite at night with the lights of Christmas.
Harold r Hunt Sr Jan 2016
The little boy and his flag
On the corner sat a little boy.
The American flag in his hand.
When asked why he was sitting there.
This is what he said," I watch on tv the other night
A man that said he wanted to make America great again.
He said he would make our country safe.
And Americans proud again.
He said this country was his and our flag shall fly high.
I sit here to show him I'm a red blooded American and proud of my flag.
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
The little pine tree
The little pine tree in our front lawn.Is covered in snow this mid Nov.
Dear old dad is outside trying his best to clear the snow from the tiny tree.
Getting ready to string the lights for this Christmas season.
Red, green, yellow and blue all shinning through the snow.
As Dad would work his way from the bottom to the top.
Where He would place a star so bright. For this Christmas night.
White the snow on the lights it make the little pine tree so big in color.
That is my little pine tree in our front lawn.
Harold r Hunt Sr Jun 2014
The mean man
The mean man he comes from out of nowhere.
Wearing his mask of black.
He does not mean to imply a word. But you dread the sight of him.
He takes you by surprise when he grabs you outside.
He chases you to bed and you want to hide your head.
The mean man all dressed in black.
He'll be back!
TO GET YOU!!!!
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
The Midnight Racer
The midnight racer comes from nowhere .
Racing the road as face as he can.
Zig Zaging in and out passing cars like they do not exist.
You cannot see him for the speed he goes. One winks and you miss him.
No one has seen his car. They have no idea what he drives.
Just a word to the wise is don't try to race the midnight racer.
Your fate will be take and you might get a ticket
With the help of the Midnight racer.
Harold r Hunt Sr May 2014
I get to the ring as brave as can be.
No fear at all as I listen to the crowd cheer.
I go into the ring with no signs of fright.
Just ready to fight.
They call my name. Now i wait for my fame.
I take steps to the center of the ring as the bell sounds with a ding.
A job here and a job there. As we dance around the ring.
I hear the bell ring and I think the world is prepared to see.
The mighty boxer I can be.
Then I hear the count of eight.
Someone, yells you should have ducked.
. Now there is nothing more to fight.
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
The moon
The moon shines so bright in the middle of the night.
I sit and watch as it rises high in the sky.
I open my book as I start to read by the light of the moon.
The moon that is full is the best to read by. So bright, it's better than candle light.
I don't need a flashlight to meet my friend the moon shows me the way.
It's not dark night tonight I have the light of the moon for my light.
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
THE MORNING CLOUDS
The break of dawn shows clouds in the sky as they look like islands of gray.
The sun peeks through the clouds with just a hint of pink.
A storm is maybe brewing far a way.
As the clouds now begin to travel away.
The sun is rising high above the trees as the morning clouds are gone.
No storm here today as the clouds go away.
The blue of the sky is just so pretty with a touch of white from the little cloud above.
Harold r Hunt Sr Jun 2014
The morning sun.
As the morning sun pecked over the ridge.
In to the valley, you could see the fog and the morning dew burning away.
Dew from  the new spring leaves.run to the ground.
Down in the valley, the cows were grazing on the fresh cut hay.
The sun brightens the valley with each ray.
The blue ridge mountains stand so tall in the background as the morning sun rises above.
Just another day in the morning sun.
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2015
The Mouse
The mouse in the hole in the floor.
Was gray little thing. But brave as could be.
In and out she would go.Just to smell the cheese.
The cats would gather to see as they could catch her.
One cat two cats now there are three.
Fast as she could go she would run.
Under the door, she would go.
And there was the fourth.
And now there is no mouse to look for.
Harold r Hunt Sr Dec 2014
The New Years resolution game.
People each year make a promise that they will do anything.
They say that they will quit smoking or will not drink.
This game gets everyone hooked.
They just want to see who will last.
I'll lose weight while eating a plate of apple pie.
I won't spend anymore money while test driving that new car.
All these resolutions become a myth in a game we play each year.
As they light their smoke and drink another beer.
I'll give you my New Year resolution.
Oh wait that one is taken, no I can't make that one I love it to much.
The New Year resolution game goes on.
I just hope you can play and win this silly game.
Harold r Hunt Sr Jul 2014
The night
Deep into the night I do walk.
Just to hear the animals talk.
The barking of dogs and crying of cats.
Into the night I walk.
Over hills and pass  a church
Hear the wind blow, the bell so softly.
As i walk deep in to the woods i hear a owl
Hoot to see if I can hear.
The night grows darker as i walk
But now no one to talk  
The animals become quite
Harold r Hunt Sr Aug 2014
The night after Halloween
It's the night after Halloween
Witches and goblins are gone.
No more tricks but a lot of treats.
Candy corn and candy apples are all that is left of the scary night.
No spooks to scream and no cats meow.
Just an old owl that says whooo
Who is out there on this night after Halloween.
Harold r Hunt Sr Dec 2015
The night santa almost got busted.
I often wondered about that night in 1954.
When santa almost got busted.
The tale goes that santa was wanted for 250 million breaking and entering charges.
But they could not catch him in the act.
The town was slight that Christmas eve.
When the police were eating their nightly doughnuts.
Then out on the streets they did see ..
Santa was drag racing a ford pickup.
When all of a sudden here comes supper trooper in his hopped up chevy.
He caught the ford and santa too.
He was going to lock him up.When out of his bag
Came the biggest pizza pie you ever seen.
But as santa drove out of sight.You could hear him say Merry Christmas and please call my lawyer.
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
The Night with a ghost
On Halloween night, we waited till dark.
The old house was dark as could be with no lights.
As we walked to the steps We saw a flash and heard the deadly scream.
The door is open so slowly without our touch as the old piano started to play.
There was no one in sight there, but at the top of the stairs there they stood.
Three ghosts all in white what a site.
As the clock hit midnight, the party did begin.
A bang and a deadly shriek set the pace as we watched the head roll down the stairs.
We heard that screams as they became louder and the ax flew across the room.
Then the door it opens once more. There she stood all in blood and white with no head to be able to say hello.
We heard a HaPpy HallOween from the ghostly three.
Harold r Hunt Sr Dec 2015
The old church.
The old man stood so quite outside the church.
He stood there for a long time.
Then he walks a little closer.
He said to no one
Can't you hear the sweet music coming from inside.
They sing so loud and what a pretty song.
Now the preacher is given his best service.
The church had faded paint on it. The doors were old and ready to fall.
But the old man stood and smiled, as I said to him.
The old church is abandoned these days.
Then the old man laughed as loud as he could. Then said to me.
No church is abandoned as long as it has been blessed with God loving people.
Harold r Hunt Sr Jan 2016
The old man
The old man he stood on the street corner in town.
Always had a smile for everyone.
He wore an old ragged coat and a pair of pants with holes.
It was nice day to him when you said "hello" to him.
A box was next to him on the corner.
You put ad dollars or so in the box
The old man would dance a jig for you.
Then tip his hat with a thank you.
Now on the corner where he stood is someone that can't dance a jig.
He can"t give a smile but the old box is still there.
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
The old man
The old man lived at the end of the hollow.Most of the time.
He had white hair and a white beard.
He had a big barn out behind his house.But you could not see in it.
Late in Nov. He would disappear for a month or so.But would return after the 25th of Dec.
I never saw him myself. But I heard that he dressed in red. And had a big red sled.
They called him Santa clause. I just know him as the old man at the end of the hollow.
Harold r Hunt Sr Jul 2014
The old schoolhouse.
On the hill next to the creek
Sat the old school house.
Not used today because of the old bell.
The school was built with a large old bell you can really tell.
But every day it rings so loud that it can be heard for miles around.
In the school, there are no books,tables or desk to set.
A big crack in the old floor where he fell to his death.
The old school house is just there to stay.
Use your mind to think of your own ending.
Harold r Hunt Sr Jun 2014
The old water tower.
The old water tower at the edge of town has many stories they do say.
Like how each year we climb the tower to see old Miss Jones naked as can be.
Or how we see old Tom the postman teases the dogs on goofy Street.
The water is high in the tower now for it rains today.
We strip off our close and dive right in the water just a chill.
We have the thrill of swimming all day.
In the old water tower at the edge of town.
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2015
The old woman
As a white candle
In a holy place,
So is the beauty
As an angel aged face.

As the radiance
Of the winter sun,
So is a woman
With her travail done.

Her brood gone from her,
And her thoughts as still
As the waters
Under a ruined mill.
Harold r Hunt Sr Jan 2016
The Painting
In the old house, there was a painting.
It hung over the fireplace.
There were trees and a house.
A few birds in the sky.
The old well look as if there was no water there.
Horses in the barn with their heads out the windows
Made the painting so real.
Then I looked out the window there it was. Just as the painting told.
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2015
The Penny man
There was an old man who walked the streets.
Day after day. Giving pennies to the young and old.
A gray haired man with a kind smiles.
He would walk by you and if you said "hello " to him.
A penny was all your reward.
Now he walks the streets of heaven. With a smile on his face.
Telling everyone "I'm an angel and these pennies are from heaven."

The man was from Springville N.Y. and everyone knew the penny man.
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
The phone call.
I sit here just waiting for the phone to ring.
In the middle of the night. I hear it ring.
It gives me a fright.
Two rings and I want to scream 'do I dare to pick it up.
I dread who might be on the other end. Or could it be them.
Three rings and I think different things.
Did they make it or are the dead.
I think this is the call that we all do dread.
The fourth ring and I reach for the phone thinking should I let it ring once more.
The phone does stop and I wonder why I froze to this call.
Then it rings once more. I grab the phone.
To hear a voice say. We made it mom and we are alright.
Love you and goodnight.
I start to think this was a call that was of joy but of those that are not.
Should I have answered it before.
Harold r Hunt Sr Feb 2016
The poem I forgot
I wanted to write a poem
A that everyone would not forget
One of flowers, one about dogs.
Maybe one about the clouds in the sky
Or the cold snow or the sunshine.
I just always wanted to write a poem.
But I forgot the words!
Harold r Hunt Sr May 2014
The pond
There is a pond at the end of the road.
no gate no fences just a little pond.
The grass is green but freshly cut.
You see people there fishing all day long.
The water is very clear as it can be.Just ready to swim in if could be.
The pond in real neatly takes care of.
Because it set near the center of town.
Harold r Hunt Sr Aug 2014
The quiet of the night
The silent of the noise what a joy!
No dogs, barking!
No horns tooting!
No babies crying!
No children are screaming!
The quiet of the night.
It's really great!
Sounds of the rain as it falls.
The sound of it hitting the window pain.
It's quite so quiet I can't sleep at night.












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The quiet of the night
The quiet of the night
The silent of the noise what a joy!
No dogs, barking!
No horns tooting!
No babies crying!
No children are screaming!
The quiet of the night.
It's really great!
Sounds of the rain as it falls.
The sound of it hitting the window pain.
It's quite so quiet I can't sleep at night.












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Harold r Hunt Sr Dec 2015
The Rabbit dance
I look out my window
There it is a snow white rabbit.
He runs to the left then to the right.
There are two..
They run to the right and back to the left.
Then there is three around they go two time then they stop
Then there is four.
  To the right than to the left around they go and then they stop.
This is the rabbit dance. It can be fun.
Watching those rabbits makes you want rabbit stew.
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
The rabbit foot
Walking through the woods one day I spied a thing on the ground.
It happens to be a rabbit's foot. At least I thought.
In my pocket, it did go. Then the trouble it began to flow.
I fell down in a hole and broke my elbow.
Then I ran up the steps and in to the door. A black eye did have for a week I think.
The to the bath tube I went. With a splash. I didn't have time to take my close off.
To bed, I went with a bang as the bed fell apart.
And now I think with a sad face because I found out it wasn't a rabbit foot at all.
Harold r Hunt Sr May 2014
The race
We hear the most famous words"Gentlemen start your engines" to start our first lap.
It's now no time for a nap.
Before we get to move I ask do I need to make this thing run.
As we head to turn one,I think this is going to be fun.
Into turns two I'say when is it your turn.
Both hands on the wheel I must steer.
Come on boys let's get into gear.As we make turn three.
I refer to the trees they look like sticks.
Now I'm in a fix.
Cars side by side as we get the hell out of turn four. There ain't no more.
I give more gas the engine roars.
As I snore for I'm dreaming because I'm only four.
Harold r Hunt Sr May 2014
The Race is on.
When I was a kid we resided in a big house.
My family continued to be in a hurry.
One day I was going down the hallway. Towards my room.
When all of a sudden my sister came with a charging.
She was running like a jack rabbit.
She yelled out of my way.
I made a dash to the door.As I heard footsteps coming behind.
So the race was on. Down the hall to the door.
I made it and closed it behind.
She yelled hurry up. I yelled I just have to ***.
Harold r Hunt Sr Mar 2016
The rain.
The rain is falling so softly on the window.
A light tapping sound is like music.
The *** on the ground is getting washed
As the rain falls.
I look to see if the *** is filling
But I don't know if it is half full or is half empty.
The rain keeps falling.
Birds are bathing in a puddle singing a song of joy.
Then it stops. The rain is gone from this spot.
Moving to the next place. But the *** is still not full.
Maybe next time it will be half full or half empty.
So let it rain.
Harold r Hunt Sr Dec 2015
The rain falls.
The rainfall to the ground so softly.
All to make a puddle of water for me.
Rain tapped on the window to have me look
As it falls a little harder.
Coming down with a blast of thunder and a light show
So pretty as it lights the sky.
The rain is cold and turning now to snow.
Each flakes a rain drop it was.
All different shapes but you can't see.
As the snow covers the ground.
A blanket of white in the wind does make as the snow fall harder this day.
Trees are bare  these day of leaves as the white covers their branches.
The moon starts to shine and the snow trickles as it falls.
What a nice night to watch the rainfall.
Harold r Hunt Sr Aug 2016
There are candles burning somewhere.
Tonight there are candles burning
For the falling heroes that gave their lives for our freedom.
A candle burns to say thank you.
From the highest mountain top.
To the lowest coastline of our shores.
A candle burns tonight to show our love
No hate, no disrespect for these soldiers.
As the candles burn somewhere, let the flame burn bright for America.
Harold r Hunt Sr Jul 2014
There are heroes
There are a lot heroes out there.
Some are well known and some are not.
But the only hero that there should be is
God.  He empowers our needs,
Gives us our life as we see.
God is a hero because.He is with us.
No he doesn't get money for doing so or a march down main st.
But every day he does react to our prayers.
And when answers, he remains our hero.
So to have a hero yes I do GOD Is my Hero.
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Harold r Hunt Sr May 2014
There is a red apple in the tree.
It was planted with a seed,
Now put the apple on your head.
With this arrow i will shoot.
Straight and narrow.
Oops, i missed .
Look at the nice red apple.
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