City Slicker - Poem by joan white
Every summer I went to stay with My Aunt and Uncle
On their Farm
My Uncle called me City Slicker, I knew he met no harm.
I guess that was really, what I was back then
I cant tell you all the airplanes that we flew in.
Now I had some cousins, that was full blooded country
from their shoes, to their hat.
I was just the city slicker, the little airforce brat.
I loved to sew the seeds, and I loved the Harvest time.
But when I think of back then, one thought comes to mind.
Uncle J-M- was on the Tractor, and got stuck
He tried to move it forward and back, it was useless
he was just out of Luck
Now My cousin Liz, saw the situation
And came to our rescue
without any hesitation
She got on that tractor, like she was a pro
But it got stuck deeper, and deeper till
she said ' Daddy it ant gonna go
He said ' wait a minute Let City Slicker try.
I swallowed a lump, and then I wondered Why
My cousin said 'Daddy, I've Been driv'n this ole tractor
since I was four,
You know it an't com'n out, so why try anymore?
He said theres no harm to let city slicker have a go
So I climbed on board, and he said take her slow.
Ever so lightly, to and fro
The tractor started moving, but moving so slow
Uncle-J-M- Guided me, and he never did shout
and just by a miracle, I drove that tractor out.
That was many years ago, oh way back then
But when Uncle J-M- sees me and liz together
He can' help but rub it in.
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