To The Rescue!
By Bradene
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Da-dad-da-daaaa-
The US Cavalry had arrived
just in time to rescue
the homesteaders from a fate worse than death.
Roy Rogers fired into the air
in exultation
as reinforcements crested the hills
to swoop down and free his sweetheart
from the evil clutches of the Sioux.
The Redskins were circling,
wreaking dastardly torments
on the wretched creature bound to the totem;
whoopin’ and a hollerin’ a war dance-
“Come on you lot, mam sez we’re ‘avin’
our picture took“
Gill's shrill voice penetrated;
freeze framed the action-
Tumbleweed and cacti fractured and faded,
the totem morphed into a silver birch
part of the copse at the top of the field;
on that English Summer Sunday afternoon.
The grainy black and white
rag-tag family group re-emerged,
my reminiscing eyes re-focused.
I smiled fondly as
the beginings of rebellion resonated,
then gradually crackled
into a million Whispers
that echoed across
the long lost decades.
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