Here is the poem I promised for you.  It is called “Rejected”

A stranger stood at the gates of Hell    And the Devil himself had answered the bell.

He looked him over from head to toe     And said,” My friend, I’d like to know

What you have done in the line of sin      To entitle you to come within”.

Then Franklin D. with his usual guile,    Stepped forth and flashed his toothy smile.

When I took charge in thirty three    A nation’s faith was mine, said he,

I promised this and I promised that    And I calmed them down with a fireside chat.

I spent their money on fishing trips,   And fished from the decks of their battleships.

I gave them jobs on the P.W.A.   Then raised their taxes and took it away.

I raided their wages and closed their shops    I killed their pigs and burned their crops

I doubled crossed both old and young,   And still the fools my praises sung.

I brought back beer and what do you think   I taxed it so high they could’t drink

I furnished money with government loans    When they missed a payment I took their homes.

When I wanted to punish the folks, you know,   I’d put my wife on the radio,

I paid them to let their farms lie still   And imported food stuffs from Brazil.

I curtailed crops when I felt real mean   And shipped in wheat from Argentine,

When they started to worry, stew or fret    I’d get them to chanting the alphabet.

With A.A.A. and the C.C.C.        With these many units I got their goats,

And still I crammed it down their throats     My workers worked with the speed of snails

While the tax payers chewed their finger nails,   When the organizers needed dough

I closed the plants for the C.I.O.   I ruined jobs and I ruined health

And I put the screws on the rich man’s wealth.

And some who would”t stand the gaff    Would call one me, and how I’d laugh

When they got too strong on certain things    I’d pack and head for old Warm Springs.

I ruined their country, their homes and then    I placed the blame on the nine old men

Now Franklin talked both long and loud,  and the Devil stood and his head was bowed.

At last he said, “Let’s make it clear    You’ll have to move, you can’t stay here

For once you mingled with this mob    I’d have to hunt myself a job:.

Norman loved this one so I pass it on in honor of him.  It has taught me one thing tho, There are two sides to any story and everyone has a right to their own opinion.  I promise to be more better of respecting other people opinions and just keep mine to myself.  Love your neighbor and let him think what he wants,  Just enjoy the things you have in common and if you can’t find any common ground, just move on and leave him be.   So much for my pearl of wisdom for today.

I got two more loose ends tied up today and Joe went through my kitchen with soap and water and did a beautiful job of  fall cleaning.  Patty said she would love to hire him for her house but he doesn’t have enough days left here to do that.  Right now they are all taking a well deserved rest at the beach while I sit down and just relax here.   Have a great day.

About Carol (Ouma) Petts

I am a retired teacher. I have taught all levels from kindergarten through college and have been retired now for over 20 years. The last ten years we have lived on a farm and lived off the land, growing our own food and canning for our extended family. Now we have sold the farm and are moving to Florida to truly retire. I guess I have always had a short attention span as this is our 11th move. We have moved from a small farm in New Hampshire, to more city type living, small business adventures, focusing more on traveling, Florida living, Georgia, and Tennessee farming and now back to Florida. My blog is a way to keep my children up to date on what I am doing and letting them know I am still alive and well. My children are spread across the country from New England to Florida, Nova Scotia to New Mexico and CA and several places between, They let me know what they are up to by commenting on my blog but they are so busy with their own lives most times I have to assume " no news is good news". Now I are starting on a new adventure so will try to give daily updates until we get settled into a routine. Then I know even if I am getting older and should settle down I will start looking for some new and exciting adventure to start. Welcome aboard. Norman died Oct 30, 2017 so I am continuing the journey alone with the aid of my children, grand children and great grand children. At present I am living with my daughter and we are 7 in one house and cover four generations. We range in age from 7 to 85 and are finding common ground, we are living proof that multi generations can live and function in a three bedroom house if they really want to. Soon my grandson will have his house built next door so we all will have a room of their own except for the seven year old twins who by choice will share a room.
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2 Responses to Rejected

  1. Nancy O'Grady says:

    Thanks for Grandpa’s poem Carol. I had a good laugh! You know, I never realized that he wrote poetry at all. Of course, I knew your mother often did.
    About 2 weeks ago, on a lovely Fall afternoon, I decided to drive over to Harrisville. I was alone and just drove around the village to all my favorite spots. The beach, Peanut row, Auntie Thayer’s house, the ” parrot lady’s ” house, the telephone office/house, the cemetery and visited your folk’s headstone and grave, stopped by the store and the mill area……….filled me with nostalgia and happy memories. I usually get over that way once every summer for old times sake.
    Carol, we have a spare bedroom if you ever wish to visit, we’d love to have you. Have one of the girls put you on a plane and we will meet you and bring you here. Easy trip!!!!
    Take care and a big hug for you. Love, Nancy

    • Thank you for the invite. I don’t do much traveling. I haven’t even gone up to visit Shirley in the three years we have been here but I am going to try going up with Patty when she goes up again. Right now I have lots of thing to get organized and things to learn to do. I really don’t know which end is up right now.
      I don’t think there is anyone left in Harrisville I know. I have never looked back and have too many places I would have to go to if I started now. The “parrot lady” was Mrs Taylor. Her husband was superintendent of the mill. I have two other poems I want to put on and will do one tomorrow I think.

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