
Cottonwoods & Barbed-Wire Fences
A Story From My Childhood
We rode one day to Grandma’s house From Phoenix with our dad The station wagon, filled with kids To Snowflake we were bound
En route, my father had to stop Fatigue was setting in He’d been up late the night before His blood was running thin
Pulled over and parked under a tree A cottonwood with leaves of green Proceeded to lay his head to rest Us kids got out to play
Beside the road a barbed wire fence The cottonwood gave shade A respite from the AZ heat An adventure for the brave
So up they climbed, my siblings One 10, the other 12 Competing to get to the top Unaware which dangers, they did delve
Up they went, scrambling free A lizard appeared above The climb had now become a hunt Of reptile, their pursuit of
From trunk to branch and branch to leaf The hunt had lit a fire My sister, playing, with no fear Hung upside down, as on a wire
Unluckily, the branch was weak My sister fell from high Where was my brother, in all of this? On the lizard, he had kept his eye
She fell onto the barbed-wire fence Hanging in rings of pain Reminding me of Jesus on the cross The blood, her shirt, did stain
We pulled her down, she screamed aloud We transferred her to the back Of the station wagon, laid out flat Then on to Snowflake, fast
This memory etched upon my mind For many a day, and for some time That fateful day, with my sister splayed On a barbed wire fence, in the desert hills Of Arizona, traveling on Highway 87 Near a large and shady cottonwood tree

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