Daddy

© Debra Lanette Rogers

                          Born in Spokogee, named after a friend;
                          Hard times were on going,
                          And that was the trend.
                          No fancy cars to drive around, Only
                          Horse and buggy took him to town.
                          Two bits for a week of hard work,
                          Taught him to know what a penny was worth.
                          Witnessed a gunfight at the age of 4,
                          His ma and pa said you'll see no more;
                          They loaded the wagon with drygoods 
                          they had bought, slapped the reins and 
                          the horses began to trot.
                          He tried to look back to see what he could
                          His ma done told him, she didn't think 
                          that he should. One man lay wounded, One
                          man lay dead in back of wagon with a 
                          hole in his head. Daddy lived 'till the
                          ripe old age of 87; Went to live with his
                          parents in a place called Heaven.

                          Debra Lanette Rogers

This poem is about the gunfight at Spokogee, ok. in 1902.

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