March 18, 2010
Immortality
We never thought we'd live
to see ourselves on silver paper.
Almost didn't make it
on account of the wagon
axle binding and rain
washing out
the pass at Stemple's Creek, but
Helen (on the right) wouldn't bow
to troubles, and our only
comment is, we're a lot more
fun than we look.
by F. John Sharp
*fjohnsharp.com
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4 comments:
I LOVE that! Makes them come alive.
Very nice!
those folks look very familiar....
nice job, john!
I should mention that the picture that was there, which pretty much made the poem anything worthwhile, is no longer visible, I assume because they need the storage space for more current stuff. If I can, I'll put it somewhere else and provide a link.
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