01-15-2012, 12:16 PM
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| Forester
Join Date: Nov 2011 Location: Minden, NV Posts: 1,178
| In the interest of keeping this thread going, here is an excerpt from a classic poet-
S. Omar Barker-
from "Canned Termaters"
A batchin' in the boar's-nest,
as the line camps then was called,
You often tired of cookin',
and your appetite got stalled,
But if up there upon the shelf
some canned termaters stood,
You'd "cut a can" for supper,
and it sure did savor good.
Some days inside your slicker
you would pack a can or two,
Tied on behind your saddle.
If the water holes was few
You'd "cut a can" and drink it
as you jogged along the road,
And swear that canned termaters
was the best fruit ever growed.
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