(CARL W. HARDEMAN, Collierville, TN. email@example.com)
Today when I was hoeing beans,
Both bush and Blue Lake pole,
I got trampled by a box turtle,
Out for a morning stroll.
The Good Book says from dust to dust,
But it seems a little early.
I gather my wits and hat,
Trying not to be mean or surly.
I hoed and pulled and weeded them beans,
Faster than a digging cat.
I’ll get er all done all nice and neat,
If that turtle don’t come back.
I stop to rest and wipe my brow,
Hoe resting upon my chin.
I can’t worry about little thangs,
Oops he comes again.