Me And Lew Poem by C R Clark

As my mind goes drifting backwards
I remember happy times
In the summer, when school was out
And my time was really mine
I’d go out to my Grandpa’s farm
And meet up with Cousin Lew
We’d make tracks for the mountaintop
And stay till day was through

When we’d get up to the mountaintop
We’d be in another world
Sometimes we’d meet with Wyatt Earp
Cause he was a friend of ours
We’d clean up towns, fight Indian wars
And watch the buffalo roam
And our tails would be a'draggin
When we finally headed home

We’d get up in the morning
And we’d head down to the creek
Shed our clothes and jump right in
Let the fishes bite our feet
We’d drag the alligators out
By pulling on their tails
We’d stomp their heads and
Leave them bruised and bloody on the trail

Yea, we was tough,
No doubt about it
Weren’t a man alive or a beast around
That could give us half a fight
Cause we was tough
And respected
The good folks loved us dearly, but
The crooks all hated our guts

Down the creek, at the sorghum hole
Is where the pirate ships would come
They’d raid and pillage the nearby towns
And steal kids from their homes
Blackbeard was their captains name
He was vicious, through and through
But his heart would turn to jelly
When he’d think of me and Lew

We’d wait for him in ambush
When he’d come back from the town
We’d whip his men and tie ‘em up
Then we’d run Blackbeard down
We’d catch him just as he was about
To get on board his ship
And he would start to tremble
At the thought of getting whipped

Me and Lew would flip a coin
To see who’d get him first
It didn’t make much difference
Cause both of us was tough
We’d knock him down, twist his legs
And bust him in the face
And he’d know he’d had a beatin’
When we finally let him lay

Yea, we was tough
No doubt about it
Weren’t a man alive or a beast around
That could give us half a fight
Cause we was tough
And respected
The good folks loved us dearly, but
The crooks all hated our guts

Well, that went on for several years
Till we were about thirteen
That was when we realized
That, girls looked good in jeans
Our entire line of thinking changed
It seemed we’d been all wrong
Those day were so confusing
Cause we’d been tough for so long

One day while we was walking
Down the road, shooting the breeze
We ran into a couple of girls
And they were wearing jeans
Their hair was long and silky
They were beautiful to see
Their britches legs were rolled up
They was wading in the creek

We smiled at them and they smiled back
Then one began to speak
She said, we don’t like fighters
We like peaceful folk, you see
We know your reputation
How your’ fighting all the time
So just keep on a'walking
Cause we won’t give you the time

Ma’am, we ain’t tough, no, we are lovers
Why, listening to little birdies sing
Is what we like to do
When the sun goes down and the crickets chirp
Our hearts just leap for joy
And, if you’ll go walking with us
You’ll find out we’re gentle boys

Copyright by C R Clark-July 1,1981