Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Disaster in the Making
Disaster in the Making
Little Joe, our first-born grandson
came running in the house.
While playing in the cellar,
he had seen a mouse.
Straight to the back bedroom he came,
and the rifle in the closet.
The four-year-old is cute and quick;
his mind goes lickety-split.
I grabbed the gun, and away he went
to the kitchen for a knife,
determined he would win the war,
a little Barney Fife.
How did he know the gun was there -
in a corner, almost hid?
What might have happened if I wasn’t near?
Disaster! God forbid!
With five of our own and eight grandkids,
this wasn’t the only close call.
We lived on a roller coaster,
an adventure over-all.
Cora Gail Trent
www.cgtrent.com
cgtrent@att.net
Little Joe, our first-born grandson
came running in the house.
While playing in the cellar,
he had seen a mouse.
Straight to the back bedroom he came,
and the rifle in the closet.
The four-year-old is cute and quick;
his mind goes lickety-split.
I grabbed the gun, and away he went
to the kitchen for a knife,
determined he would win the war,
a little Barney Fife.
How did he know the gun was there -
in a corner, almost hid?
What might have happened if I wasn’t near?
Disaster! God forbid!
With five of our own and eight grandkids,
this wasn’t the only close call.
We lived on a roller coaster,
an adventure over-all.
Cora Gail Trent
www.cgtrent.com
cgtrent@att.net
