Buddy Bee Anthony

Silver Star - 3,221 Points (Portland Oregon)

High Hats And River Rats - Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

Hardtack and whiskey
gone whistlin Dixie
on Cold River Run Way
Skatland fiddlin, spindle cut, kindlin
flaylin 'n' a balin hay
High hats and river rats
Mix it up like stray cats
Folding cards they ought to pick up to play
Misters been mistressin
everybody's whisperin
how the rich rout bold knights
by seizing their days
Sippin on bourbon
It's gone high rise suburban
on old riverfront clay
When I look up in the sky
no good reasons comes back why?

So, brother
you can keep your change
I'm rolling back to the range
With my hardtack and whiskey
long gone whistlin Dixie
All dipsey doo dog day

Buddy Bee Anthony

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 28, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 11, 2017

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