<MOTHER &
HER BROTHER
My uncle's name was Ernie Trout,
He was just like my mother.
They were very close you see,
He
was my mother's brother.
They loved to go
somewhere and fish,
And drink a can of beer.
When he came to visit us,
He brought my mother cheer.
They liked to sit and remenice,
Of things they
used to do,
And places that they used to go,
And
people that they knew.
Mom couldn't see so very
well,
And uncle Ernie lost some hearing.
But the
way they got along,
Was truely very dearing.
The beer mom drank made her sleepy,
She had to
go lay down.
While uncle Ernie walked it off,
On
his way to town.
When he got back, she got up,
They have another beer.
When they start talking
about the lake,
Then fishin' time was near.
That's the way most days were spent,
Sometimes they
planted seeds.
They liked to putter in the yard,
And pull a little weeds.
When them two got
together,
They were quite a clan,
And if you knew them like I did,
You'd know they'd plot and plan.
My mother had another brother,
His name was
Velvin Trout.
He also was a fisherman,
That's
what Trout's about.
All of them are gone now,
And I'll bet they're somewhere fishin'.
My
mother never was one
To just sit there a wishin'.
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