I wrote this poem for my friend JR, he was injured badly in a car wreck
and now resides at Prairie Rose nursing facility in Pana Illinois

Country Bumpkin

I Have A New Friend That Is Really Somethin�
Everybody Would Call Him A Country Bumpkin
He Enjoyed The Frost Out On The Pumpkins
4- H He Had Joined And Bread A Top Sirloin
Poker Was A Game He Played For Fun
To Get A Break From The Hot Day Sun
Bailing Hay Was A Chore He Had Done
This Country Bumpkin Liked To Rock And Roll
He Listened To Kiss To Sooth His Soul
Sometimes At Night He�d Roller Skate With Ease
Backwards Or Forwards He Would Skate With A Tease
Country Bumpkin Knew His Critters Well
Country Bumpkin Always Tended To His Flocks
Bert His Goat Was One His Stock
I Am Glad This Country Bumpkin Is My Friend
We Will Be Friends Till The Very End

12/06/04