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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Uncles/Aunts (04/17/08)

TITLE: Perils of Pails and Pales
By Emily Blakely
04/19/08


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One summer vacation I traveled alone
Visiting relatives at their far-away homes

Whether in the city or out in the sticks
Good times were had, favorites hard to pick

An episode on my uncle’s dairy
Stands out from that summer on the prairie

It started one day when a bright idea unfurled
From the folds of my brain: play a trick on Uncle Carl

I went to the barn, fetching a bucket
Filled it with water, over the door I tucked it

When my uncle came barreling through that door
Oh, the look, water dripping, bucket crashing to the floor

“Better run, girl” his scream trailed off behind
Just fourteen, with legs flying I wasted no time

To the topmost part of the large old farmhouse
I hid, feeling safe, kept quiet as a mouse

Thud. Thud. His heavy footsteps ascended
Loud as my heartbeat, afraid of being apprehended

Raising six children gave him some clue
Where one might hide, precisely what he knew

Without hesitation he grabbed me securely
Like a sack of potatoes in arms big and burly

Down the stairs and dusty path to the barn
Thoughts of my punishment gave great alarm

Kicking, screaming, fist pounding to no avail
Realizing what he intended to do, I suddenly grew pale

Head-first he dunked me into the huge milk cooler
Water so frigid it changed my skin tone much bluer

It didn’t take long for the hot Oklahoma sun
To bring warmth as we laughed at our fun

My uncle, now in his nineties, seeing me said,
“You’re the one that dropped that bucket of water on my head”


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Fiona Dorothy Stevenson04/24/08
A fun memory, well communicated - but the metre and a little of the grammar needs work. Keep writing. God bless you,
Patty Wysong04/25/08
LoL. This was a fun, lighthearted read that I thoroughly enjoyed! What a wonderful memory!
Jason Swiney04/27/08
Clever and fun. "bucket" and "tucked it" may be favorite rhyme in the piece.
Karen Wilber 04/27/08
I can just see the uncle remembering that all these years later. Fun poem.