Sunday, September 6, 2009

523. ON SICKMAN'S MILL ROAD

ON SICKMAN'S MILL ROAD
That time in Lancaster County was spent wisely;
a little engaging of the locals and a run at the
Constabulary. The tobacco barn shuddered to
think, rolling onto its side with a ear-splitting
shriek. Two doctors and cow, nearby.
From over the top of the hill, another fellow
with an old Dutch name slowly sauntered over:
'What's gone on to here?' he said - and we
laughed and answered back, 'Not much yet,
but we're sure this will right itself soon.'
By three pm the sunlight was already angled -
set to the pitch and as good as movie-lights
themselves would be. 'Start shooting, let's go,
roll it now!' The miasmic Director himself
was speaking, 'I want no noise except for
that cow!' Slim the Slender he soon came by.
'That'll be enough; sun's goin' down,
we'll cut for the day.'

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