Post by larryharley on Jul 18, 2011 13:54:36 GMT -5
The Battle Of Bloody Ridge in 08 - reposted at the request of a friend who wishes to remain anonymous:
Id just finished milkn me n"ol dollar" headed from the barn
I was stopped in my tracks like walkn into a thorn
when from down in the holler a blood curdling roar from a fiendish louse
my face grew pale and my blood ran cold
the roar of the mad bull chipmunk wed crossed paths before
eyes red like dieing embers his teeth sharp as knives his claws curved like a cicles
around these parts hed made much blood trickle
I dropped the bucket and ran for the cabin
my rifle and powder I fetched from the mantel
pole ax and knife I tucked in place sprung to the saddle. holdn on to the cantle
straight to the bell to sound the alarm
double primed my rifle loaded with buck and ball
as the militia swarmed from the stockade walls
wed trap the devil tween us and then lay him low
off down the mtn as fast as a saddle mule could go
we trapped him there at the limestone bluffs
us to the front thin air to his butt
unlimbering our squirrel guns , we weren't gonna be fair
but a single volley is all we could get
before he was on and between us slashing and bite,
he let blood on all there
slapped the head off bens mule and bit off my ear
I knew it was on ,time for cold steel.
to settle this brute was our will
he made a dash for Sam I chopped into his arm
bobs blade went up to the green river but it did him no harm
then I dashed to one side getn in close
his feted breath was my rewarded dose
along w a chunk of my thigh gone like surgeon it sailed into space
like pumping water from the my bowie to the hilt in his heart did dwell
with a dieing convulse and a geyser of blood
swiping with claws he parted my hair right where I stood
then tumbled backwards off the cliff to the river .good.
his dieing roar we,all all remember it shook the leaves and rattled the timber
the scream of the mad bull chipmunk that's devils spawn from hell
we bound up our wounds and gathered our possables
staggered up the hill just wantn a beer and trying not to hobble so
we'll not soon forget the day we sent him to perdition
in the mtns here now it become a tradition .
so if you are out in the woods in the thicket between the Holston and Cumberland's
keep your eye to the woods and an ear to the wind
your gun on half cock and and you hawk handle close
we never recovered his body. What a loss
Anono Mouse
p.s.mabey hell find some more poems from ol Anono Mouse
Id just finished milkn me n"ol dollar" headed from the barn
I was stopped in my tracks like walkn into a thorn
when from down in the holler a blood curdling roar from a fiendish louse
my face grew pale and my blood ran cold
the roar of the mad bull chipmunk wed crossed paths before
eyes red like dieing embers his teeth sharp as knives his claws curved like a cicles
around these parts hed made much blood trickle
I dropped the bucket and ran for the cabin
my rifle and powder I fetched from the mantel
pole ax and knife I tucked in place sprung to the saddle. holdn on to the cantle
straight to the bell to sound the alarm
double primed my rifle loaded with buck and ball
as the militia swarmed from the stockade walls
wed trap the devil tween us and then lay him low
off down the mtn as fast as a saddle mule could go
we trapped him there at the limestone bluffs
us to the front thin air to his butt
unlimbering our squirrel guns , we weren't gonna be fair
but a single volley is all we could get
before he was on and between us slashing and bite,
he let blood on all there
slapped the head off bens mule and bit off my ear
I knew it was on ,time for cold steel.
to settle this brute was our will
he made a dash for Sam I chopped into his arm
bobs blade went up to the green river but it did him no harm
then I dashed to one side getn in close
his feted breath was my rewarded dose
along w a chunk of my thigh gone like surgeon it sailed into space
like pumping water from the my bowie to the hilt in his heart did dwell
with a dieing convulse and a geyser of blood
swiping with claws he parted my hair right where I stood
then tumbled backwards off the cliff to the river .good.
his dieing roar we,all all remember it shook the leaves and rattled the timber
the scream of the mad bull chipmunk that's devils spawn from hell
we bound up our wounds and gathered our possables
staggered up the hill just wantn a beer and trying not to hobble so
we'll not soon forget the day we sent him to perdition
in the mtns here now it become a tradition .
so if you are out in the woods in the thicket between the Holston and Cumberland's
keep your eye to the woods and an ear to the wind
your gun on half cock and and you hawk handle close
we never recovered his body. What a loss
Anono Mouse
p.s.mabey hell find some more poems from ol Anono Mouse