Chuck Mistretta's Poetry Page
IN ESSENCE THERE WAS AN OLD LADY WHO LIVED IN A FROCK SHE HAD SO MANY CHILDREN SHE DID NOT HAVE STOCK NOT STOCK DID SHE TAKE FOR THE FROCK IT WAS FREE NOR CHILDREN WERE SENT FAR AWAY FROM THEE BUT ONCE THERE DID HAPPEN A GENTLEMEN MAN WHO GAVE A KIND WORD WHO HAD A SLIGHT HAND HIS NAME SHE BELIEVED WAS HIGH ON THE LAND HE GAVE NOT CHILDREN BUT STOCK FROM HIS HAND ALL WAS WELL FOR A WHILE IN MANY DAYS COME UNTIL THE MAN SEWED AWAY ALL HE HAD BRUNG HOW THE OLD LADY SAD IS GIVEN FOR FREE CHILDREN FROM STOCK FOR GENTLEMEN TO SEE THE PLANTED SEED FLOURISHES NOT FOR YOU AND ME BUT FOR THOSE WHO BRING STOCK TO THE OLD, THE CHILDREN, AND THEE. JUNE 27, 1980 TAMPA FLORIDA A poem from an early blog entry This one is probably repeated, but heritage deserves to be reintroduced The picture shows my grandparents and the youngest is my mother Poetry is my way of understanding what was never taught or appreciated until the word...