THE LADIES PAGE

COUNTRY ECHOES


| January/February 1972



Brandon Wisconsin RR-2 ZIP-53919

Into the beginning of winter come drifting these thoughts onto the familiar Ladies Page. I began thinking about my column early last week. Things just didn't go right. I researched. I worked. I pondered, but to no avail. One column had already been discarded, and no worthy thoughts would come. What I had written wasn't my style, and because it wasn't my style there was no joy in writing it. Birds was my topic, and my birds just wouldn't come alive. It was a strictly factual article, and factual articles are not my style of writing. Not too long ago I wrote a poem about my style and here it is..........

IN DEFENSE OF THE STATUS QUO

I could be as vile
As Grandfather's billy goat
That isn't my style.
I'm a wash and wear boat
A sail on a clear blue river.

For I'm going some place, Man,
And whenever you can Leave your pad in a bind
You may find quite a treasure In a measure of morals
And become urgent giver To matters constructive
And legal. My beagle has fleas
If I don't use some powder;

My boat gathers bedbugs
And louder and louder
Wild music won't solve
Any problems I gather.