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  A Soul on a Summer Day
by Frank P Whyte
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.

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Jehovah’s witness stopped by today,
Just about half past nine.
He brought his daughter along with him,
To prevent a brutal crime.

I was still in my pajamas,
A decadent midweek treat,
But I don’t know if Jehovah’s witness,
Thought that I was really so neat.

They drove a PT Cruiser
Polished from stem to stern,
It was a heavenly metallic bronze color,
That was filled with fuel to burn.

I opened the door an inch or two,
While my dogs barked and snarled,
And Jehovah’s witness introduced his daughter to me,
And told me his name was Carl.

I said Carl, it’s nice to meet you,
Back here in the woods so dark and deep,
But I usually just shoot intruders,
Because most of them are creeps.

And, Carl I know that it’s not true of you,
Dressed so nicely, so early in the morn,
But I thought about firing a couple of warning shots,
Then I saw your daughter, and I was torn.

He asked if he could leave some literature,
It was the Tower of Power, or something, I think,
But I shared with him that in an hour or two,
It would be time for me to drink.

I said, Carl, did you know that Jehovah was here,
Sometime around the middle of last week,
We sat at that picnic table, right over there,
And talked about the humble and the meek.

Old Carl was impressed with my connections,
And the folks that I seemed to know,
So he decided to leave me a Tower of Power,
And said that he and his daughter would go.

I would think in a house so hidden by trees,
So far down a lonely lane,
That Carl and his daughter would leave me alone,
So little is here for them to gain.

But a soul is a soul on a summer day,
For those who cast the net,
But it is unlikely that I’ll read the Tower of Power,
And somehow forget all the rest.

It’s been a long day in the woods, and I,
Have had plenty of strangers,
Who decided to stop by.
Now here in the lovely forest, so dark and deep,
It’s time for me and the dogs to get some sleep.

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Reviewed by Frank Whyte
You are all so very kind but this was a spoof through and through.
Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat
It's unusual for a Jehovah's Witness to go that far I think. But it was nice of you to greet him them warmth. A very lovely piece of writing.

Reviewed by Lois Christensen
You cannot hide from people even living in the woods. There doesn't seem to be many hermits around anyway any more. This is a good write, I have them visit too and say I have my own church my own religion. Theirs is a little twisted to me and I don't believe in it. But I listen if I am outdoors, but won't let them in the house. I may be unfeeling but that is how I do.
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