Saturday, April 30, 2011


One of the saddest things that happened
was when Sam hired that ol' Frank Beasley
to clear one acre in the back corner of his land
next to the crick.
Sam ain't over it yet.

He had spent days walkin' out a path
for the bulldozer that wouldn't take down any trees,
or dig up the dirt so bad he couldn't put it back.
The trees let him know it was OK, they trusted him.
Sam knew Frank's pretty mean, but he does good work
for a fair price.

After Sam lead him around the twisted path
marked out with pieces of old bandanna,
he watched as the dozer piled trees in one corner,
makin sure the ones he wanted to save
didn't get hurt.
When it started gettin dark,
Beasley said he'd be back tommorrow to finish up.

After lunch the next day, Sam went to town
to price fencing, chickens, and hogs.
Took him most of the day to pick'em up
when everything was ready.

When he got home, there was the Caterpillar back on it's trailer,
and Frank standin' there with a bill in his hand.
Sam went ahead and paid the eight hundred
cause the man said he had to get on to his next job.
It wasn't until he had sighed with satisfaction
at his new, clean corner that he noticed the three black walnuts
the old bastard had knocked down
tryin' to find his way back out.

By Vol Lindsey


  1. been thinking about you in regards to all the rain that Missouri has been receiving. Hope that all is well with you and yours and that the moisture did not detour you too much from taking the bike out for a nice spring ride.

  2. Gosh, what a beautiful header. Wishing you and yours blessings and well wishes.