We Got The Tisdales (In Sparta, Mn) Poem by Debora Soramaki

We got the Tisdales
Making music
On the hill,
We got raspberries
Being delivered to us
By Uncle Bill,
We still got Matthew
Riding the mower
And mowin the lawn,
We got deer comin thru,
Walking on their trail,
From dusk to dawn.
We got PaPa
Riding his bike
Down around the pit,
We got MaMa,
Reading her books
And writing a bit.
Did I mention the Tisdales
Making music
On the hill?
Here comes another delivery,
Fresh beets and Swiss chard
From Uncle Bill.
(A True Poem)