Dedicated to my two first cousins, Clyde (1950-1952) his brother, Wyley (1952-1990) Douberly.
The old weathered pecan log was put to the fire
It's charred remains revealed a rusty piece of wire
As I wondered how long that wire had been there
I came up with this poem and thought I would share
The mystery behind the wire in the old pecan tree
In the sixties my two cousins and I strung three
Strands of barb wire to make an enclosed fence
To use the trees as posts to us made good sense
Less post holes to dig we thought as we worked away
We finished the job quickly on that hot summer day
Clyde, his brother, Wyley, and I were close friends
I learned a thumb hit with the hammer slowly mends
Several years later the fence was taken down
The color of the wire had turned to a rusty brown
But the pecan trees still held a portion of that wire
The memory of that day was uncovered by the fire
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