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COIN BOX. (OLD POEM)

Put the coin in the box,

Colin, Uncle Donal said,

Hear it shake, and he’d

 

Take up the box and shake

It hard so that the coins

Would rattle loudly. Do you

 

Hear that, Colin, that’s the

Change from my purse and

Pocket, the missionaries can

 

Have that for their work abroad,

To feed and spread the Word.

Will you hush the noise there,

 

Granddaddy called; I can’t hear

Myself think for the racket of it.

The horses are on the run and I

 

Can’t hear who is where and who’s

Behind. Uncle Donal put the

Charity box down on the mantel

 

Shelf with the gentleness of Cousin

Chloe removing her underwear

Before her bath. Ah, **** the horse,

 

Granddaddy bellowed, I could run

Faster myself so I could. Never bet

On the horses, Colin, he said, they’ll

 

Let you down and take your money

Just like a woman. Uncle Donal pulled

A face and grinned from ear to ear, as

 

Grandmother entered the room with

A face of thunder and Granddaddy said,

Oh, hello, wife, how are you my dear?

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Written by
TerryCollett
78 / M
Published
Jul 29, 2016
Lines·Words
30·181
Notes

A BOY IN EIRE IN 1950S.

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#boy#1950s#uncle#eire
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