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SLABBING SHIP WRECK WOOD

MY AUNT AND UNCLE LIVED NEAR THE BAY
WE'D PULL SLABWOOD FROM THE SHORE WHERE IT LAY

WE'D LOAD UP THE TRUCK ,WHICH WAS KIND OF HARD
AND HAUL IT HOME TO THEIR BACK YARD

IT WAS WRECKS THAT  HAPPENED, LONG AGO
WORN SMOOTH BY THE WATER THAT POUNDED IT SO.

IT WASN'T TOO HEAVY IT WAS CLEAN AND WHITE
WE LEFT IT TO DRY  DAY AND NIGHT

A FEW DAYS LATER IT WAS CUT AND PILED
INTO STACKS TO BE USED AFTER WHILE

THE PRICE WAS RIGHT-- ALWAYS FREE,
AND "OH,WHAT FUN FOR MY COUSIN AND ME "

I ALWAYS REMEMBER THE REWARD WE GOT
ROASTING MARSH MALLOWS BEFORE A FIRE SO HOT

AND TALKING ABOUT THE ADVENTURE WE HAD THAT DAY
UNTIL IT WAS TIME TO HIT THE HAY..
 

Copyright Shirley Sasek
2010


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