The following poem is by Monse Burkett, a Pierce County resident and school system employee. and our third place Adult Poetry winner! Congratulations!
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| Monse Burkett We Sold My Daddy's Stuff Today by Monse Burkett I sat numb as they carried each piece away. There goes the big Craftsman tool box. The one he used at the mill. The man who bought that, sure is happy, as he drags it up the hill. We sold my Daddy's stuff today There goes the 4-wheeler, the one that pulled the hayride during Halloween. Lord! How Daddy and that 4-wheeler made those grandkids scream. We sold my Daddy's stuff today We sold his hunting clothes, thermal underwear, gloves, boots and hats. I hope the person that bought them, can stand as tall as the man who wore all that We sold my Daddy's stuff today Everything he had worked for his whole life they carried off his lifejackets, skis, poles and even his fishing knife. We sold my Daddy's stuff today I sat numb as they carried each piece away........and cried. |
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