I wrote this poem for my friend JR, he was injured badly in a car wreck
and now resides at Prairie Rose nursing facility in Pana Illinois

Country Bumpkin

I Have A New Friend That Is Really Somethin’
Everybody Would Call Him A Country Bumpkin
He Enjoyed The Frost Out On The Pumpkins
4- H He Had Joined And Bread A Top Sirloin
Poker Was A Game He Played For Fun
To Get A Break From The Hot Day Sun
Bailing Hay Was A Chore He Had Done
This Country Bumpkin Liked To Rock And Roll
He Listened To Kiss To Sooth His Soul
Sometimes At Night He’d Roller Skate With Ease
Backwards Or Forwards He Would Skate With A Tease
Country Bumpkin Knew His Critters Well
Country Bumpkin Always Tended To His Flocks
Bert His Goat Was One His Stock
I Am Glad This Country Bumpkin Is My Friend
We Will Be Friends Till The Very End

12/06/04