Treasure Island

Connie Yost

(5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)

The Two Track Trail


Beep, beep, bump
A '42 Chevy on a two track trail
Tink, tink, tunk
The first three berries in my peanut butter pail.
Izzz I zzz izzzz
Ravenous mosquito, flying biting bug
Chug, chug, glug
A cool drink of water from a vinegar jug
Tink, tink, tunk
Abundant juicy clusters, ripe and black and plump
Munch munch lunch
Cheese and ring bologna ' round an old pine stump
Beep beep bump
Out the brushy two- track, tired itchy souls
Mmmmm mmmmm mmmm
There's blackberry cobbler in our supper time bowls.

Submitted: Monday, April 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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