by Scott Delaney
My daddy and his brother built that house you’re in
I remember moving boulders: rocks the size of barrows
Gus and I would put em on that wood sled
We had a mule, and we’d all pull to drag them up the hill
Gus was too smart for his own good
He never did know when to stop.
I just couldn’t even talk to him anymore
That doctor of his told him the medicine ran out and he better start to self medicate
They won’t let him out now
There’s an orchard on the ridge
It’s all grown over now
We used to grow all the food we needed
Mom would can everything in the garden
I reckon they threw some out the attic when you moved in
Claude raised a hog for me
Some of the fellas from church and I are gonna process it tomorrow
Bring your boys down and he’ll get you some sausage
You’ve never had lard like this
You could make soap with it
As clean as it gets
Duane’s boy died
He ran him over when they was working together
He was never right after that
Sorry the house is in shambles