RUN BOBBY RUN By Robert Hewett Sr.
Run Bobby Run
(A true story)
We were walking, laughing and in no hurry
as we crossed the pasture that day.
We knew there was a mean cow in that
pasture, we often came that way.
My brother, age 10 and me age six,
on the way to the country store.
We thought that mean cow was gone
so we were just didn’t look anymore.
MY brother suddenly turned and yelled
“run Bobby run, she’s right behind that tree”.
I’m runnin’, fast as my little bare feet will go.
My brother’s aflyin’ ahead me.
Somethin’ ain’t right here, he’s my big brother
and should be between me and that cow, right?
If he thought of that it was a fleeting moment
and his feet never faltered their flight.
That mean cow snorted and
I knew how a hot breath feels.
I’m arunnin' faster and faster,
hot on my brother’s flying heels.
The barbed wire, 8 strands loomed just ahead,
my brother’s bare feet hit the top strand.
As he cleared the fence, my bare foot
hit the second strand and the other one safe land.
That mean cow slid to a stop and glared at
us through the wires on that fence.
The fact that we kept crossing that pasture
is living proof we were quite dense.
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