May 2014
Tony lived out in the country
on a hundred acre estate
There on our throne, we called Tombstone
is where we would tempt our fate
On what we called the back forty
set the barn where our ponies stayed
There we could count, each trusty mount
to partner in each game we played
We picked up our neighbor Georgie
from a bit farther down the lane
In an hours course, saddled each horse
then set off with the morning rain
Georgie always rode ole Rusty
a stud with a mind of his own
Tough and so wild, mind of a child
ole Rusty was bad to the bone
We never went on safari
without carrying BB guns
Which we toted, locked and loaded
we were all mother nature’s sons
We had mastered our universe
or to us at least it seemed so
That afternoon, we shot a ****
how he escaped I'll never know
Off we raced to Lost Creek
our favorite watering hole
Crazy Rusty, hot and dusty
rode out on point for this patrol
Out past the neighbors fields of corn
our club house in the willow tree
The winding lane, a weather vane
to the creek that ran to the sea
We tied the horses to a tree
in the grass by the swimming hole
Piled up the rocks, just like Fort Knox
making it deeper was our goal
All afternoon we played out there
shooting targets off the ridge
Saddled each horse, and in due course
we set off for the cement bridge
The bridge barely cleared the water
where the rain had swollen the creek
So now it ran, over the span
as it had the entire week
Now George of course wanting the lead
headed for the top of the ridge
He couldn't see apparently
the algae that grew cross the bridge
He met the bridge at full gallop
Rusties shoes slipped as he went down
George screamed "Oh crap," and with a snap
broke his leg and began to drown
We both jumped in and pulled him out
caught his horse and threw him back on
Pain made him hurl, he screamed like a girl
any dignity was now gone
We drug him back to his mothers house
where she promptly rushed him to town
Tony and I, both waved goodbye
determined that we wouldn't frown
We camped under the stars that night
each wrote out our Wills in a draft
Tony turned in, and with a grin
said "tomorrow we build a raft"
Tate
on a hundred acre estate
There on our throne, we called Tombstone
is where we would tempt our fate
On what we called the back forty
set the barn where our ponies stayed
There we could count, each trusty mount
to partner in each game we played
We picked up our neighbor Georgie
from a bit farther down the lane
In an hours course, saddled each horse
then set off with the morning rain
Georgie always rode ole Rusty
a stud with a mind of his own
Tough and so wild, mind of a child
ole Rusty was bad to the bone
We never went on safari
without carrying BB guns
Which we toted, locked and loaded
we were all mother nature’s sons
We had mastered our universe
or to us at least it seemed so
That afternoon, we shot a ****
how he escaped I'll never know
Off we raced to Lost Creek
our favorite watering hole
Crazy Rusty, hot and dusty
rode out on point for this patrol
Out past the neighbors fields of corn
our club house in the willow tree
The winding lane, a weather vane
to the creek that ran to the sea
We tied the horses to a tree
in the grass by the swimming hole
Piled up the rocks, just like Fort Knox
making it deeper was our goal
All afternoon we played out there
shooting targets off the ridge
Saddled each horse, and in due course
we set off for the cement bridge
The bridge barely cleared the water
where the rain had swollen the creek
So now it ran, over the span
as it had the entire week
Now George of course wanting the lead
headed for the top of the ridge
He couldn't see apparently
the algae that grew cross the bridge
He met the bridge at full gallop
Rusties shoes slipped as he went down
George screamed "Oh crap," and with a snap
broke his leg and began to drown
We both jumped in and pulled him out
caught his horse and threw him back on
Pain made him hurl, he screamed like a girl
any dignity was now gone
We drug him back to his mothers house
where she promptly rushed him to town
Tony and I, both waved goodbye
determined that we wouldn't frown
We camped under the stars that night
each wrote out our Wills in a draft
Tony turned in, and with a grin
said "tomorrow we build a raft"
Tate
As a boy Tony Williams and I were most fortunate to have his families hundred acre estate to roam on. In a fool-hearty downriver adventure. He and I had attempted to ride the current during a storm upon a tube with a door atop it. The tube struck a fallen tree downstream and turned under the water. We both thought it was the end. Happily we both bobbed up on the other side and floated 6 miles down to my grandfathers Eddies bridge where we secured a ride home. On the way home Tony said "Well this day is shot all to hell! One didn't know what might come next with Tony. But one things for sure, another day meant another adventure.
