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Topic: Uncles/Aunts (04/17/08)
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TITLE: Perils of Pails and Pales | Previous Challenge Entry
By Emily Blakely
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ADD TO MY FAVORITES
Visiting relatives at their far-away homes
Whether in the city or out in the sticks
Good times were had, favorites hard to pick
An episode on my uncle’s dairy
Stands out from that summer on the prairie
It started one day when a bright idea unfurled
From the folds of my brain: play a trick on Uncle Carl
I went to the barn, fetching a bucket
Filled it with water, over the door I tucked it
When my uncle came barreling through that door
Oh, the look, water dripping, bucket crashing to the floor
“Better run, girl” his scream trailed off behind
Just fourteen, with legs flying I wasted no time
To the topmost part of the large old farmhouse
I hid, feeling safe, kept quiet as a mouse
Thud. Thud. His heavy footsteps ascended
Loud as my heartbeat, afraid of being apprehended
Raising six children gave him some clue
Where one might hide, precisely what he knew
Without hesitation he grabbed me securely
Like a sack of potatoes in arms big and burly
Down the stairs and dusty path to the barn
Thoughts of my punishment gave great alarm
Kicking, screaming, fist pounding to no avail
Realizing what he intended to do, I suddenly grew pale
Head-first he dunked me into the huge milk cooler
Water so frigid it changed my skin tone much bluer
It didn’t take long for the hot Oklahoma sun
To bring warmth as we laughed at our fun
My uncle, now in his nineties, seeing me said,
“You’re the one that dropped that bucket of water on my head”
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