Down in the Valley
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Down in the Valley
Way down in the valley
there was a little man
who had a little wife
'tween the two quite a pair
When they'd leave their valley
took two to climb the hill
red wagon he woul pull
she'd give it little shoves
Was over and over
and again and again
him tugging she would push
each day went up to town
They brought the wagon back
filled, food and needed stuff
they'd hop in, riding down
Over, over, again
Then one day the man fell
Oh Dear, my dear, help help
Help came helped the man up
into the wagon then
What's there now I can do
Help called the dogs, they came
Help hitched the three strongest
the wagon they would pull
Curious Villagers
running over they came
looked and saw little man
Hospital -- broken hip
Surgery fixed him up
sold house in the valley
moved to town, bigger house
came dogs and animals
Happy ever after
last time over again
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posted by Jim @ 5/29/2025 10:39:00 PM
12 comments
12 Comments:
I like to think this is fictionalised autobiography – because I know you have lived many lives in one, and have done some good startings over.
Jim here
Yes, Rosemary. And I changed courses after a couple of verses.
Only thing true is the coaster wagon, it sits in the garage in back of the car that I don't drive.
Actually, the car is one of my live. It was my Mom's 1974 Ford Mustang II Ghia with a crank-open top. She only had 67K miles on it.
And Yes, there is a story behind the car. Starts out she didn't like driving the family car because it had an automatic shift. I bought her this car a year old lease car turn in. It's real pretty. Maybe I'll find and excuse to put a picture of it on something we do.
Jim again
*Smile*. (Having read this here, I'll delete it from my post where you added it too just in case.)
PS Left you a longish reply to your comment on mine.
All's well that ends well.
Happy that surgery fixed him up and the industrious couple have a good life.
Unlike "Humpty Dumpty".
Life's ups and downs. A lovely tale.
Good doggos! Alls well that ends well.
Thank you Rommy for hosting us.
There are many times we need to start over again and again, but thankfully we finally do it all right and we can then enjoy ourselves. Nice one!
We used to have a little red wagon just like that! I pained it and hubby fixed the axle and I pulled our two young'uns down to the ice cream store on the corner. Your poem made me remember all of that. Over and over again!!
Of course you know I meant painted and it gave me no pain at all!!
I've experienced so many silent letters, they are living in my mind now. I.e. not a problem.
I've heard those last three words above, I wish a new retort could come along.
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