Fencing on The Hill
Growing up as a boy in Branch
Meant lots of different chores
Like shearing sheep, making hay
And going for the cows.
But a vivid thought comes to my head
And I laugh at it still
It’s the day I went with Sooley
Fencing on The Hill
Being fishing season
And late up in the spring
The task to driving all the stakes
Was left to me and him
With nails and hammer all in hand
We headed for The Nap
Spreading all those stakes in line
We tried to fill the gap.
With Sooley holding tightly to a stake
I did proceed to swing
And came down heavy with the mallet
And struck him on the brim.
He grabbed the mallet from my hand
And this to me did say
I do not trust you with this lad
Go with your friends and play
“Written on a winter night in 2002, while remembering a very special uncle” - Terry
Terry is the son of the late Mrs. Aggie (Mooney) and Mr. John