The Post’s poet laureate
September 1, 2017
I usually don't publish poems in The Fence Post unless they are written by one of our columnists. The reason for that is because I would be inundated with poetry if I did.
But I received a poem — from my now favorite poet — the other day that I have to run in this week's edition. Once you've read it you will see why it had to appear in my Editor's Note, or somewhere in the magazine.
The poem was written by Donald Ochs of Hotchkiss, Colo., and I'm sure our columnists will appreciate it as much as I did.
To The Post … With Love
Just renewed my subscription so now I'll get the Post
Didn't get it read last week … missed what I like most.
Recommended Stories For You
Those pretty girls on staff, their pictures look just swell
Getting a hug from each of them would really ring my bell.
Hey fella Pitts, he's been around a while
His writin's good, I really like his style.
The ole Beekeeper, I miss him so, a gentleman he bee,
Keepin' the seasons, one by one, his logic made sense to me.
Mad Jack keeps his profile low, still he's on the scene
He's lost in the past, and that's okay, this isn't meant to be mean.
I'd like to meet this fellow Yield, I'd like to shake his hand
He'd give me a name, off the top, it surely would be grand.
I dare not opine on the ladies work, trouble would likely come
We'll just say, let it go, on them I'll just stay mum.
Last of all, that rascal Black, he likes to spin a tail
Truth gets stretched, words get bent, like a hammer missing a nail. ❖
Trending In: Opinion
- It will be a long process for Nebraska farmers and ranchers to recover from snow and flooding
- Veterinarians say ranchers now need to turn to post-blizzard care for cows and calves
- Plainville Livestock Commission in Kansas suspended and assessed civilpenalty
- Take precautions when warming cold or frozen calves
- Bombogenesis brings snow, wind, sleet and rain