Poetry – Mornin' Eagleville

The Annual Farmer Poetry Festival happened over the weekend. The theme this year was Childhood Memories.

Here is one of the entries called “Third Grade – Hanging Tobacco”

“Third Grade – Hanging Tobacco” by Debbie Rigsby

“3rd grade – hanging tobacco…

Missing school – coulda died…

Mama don’t care

Mama gotta be mama to four others.

Hangin’ tobacco – shit’s gotta dry – one missed step…

Spike in foot – or worse…

Food for pigs.

Daddy said when you died you were food for pigs…

Hangin’ tobacco,

I hope those people that get lung cancer appreciate my sacrifice.“

That one is by Debbie Rigsby. Good job, Debbie. That was all our memories back then… good one.

Here’s another poem by our local creepy Voltaire – Ernest Perry. It’s called – “Jeff Brown Gets Hit By A Car”

“I got a new bike for Christmas,

I was seven.

In Eagleville ain’t not many boys get new bikes at seven.

In Eagleville, boys of seven gets bikes their

Ten-year-old brothers don’t want no more.

But on April 11, I got a new bike.

Sweet new bike.

I knew I would be the envy of friends.

King of the neighborhood, if you were seven.

So… the weather was good.

In Eagleville, April 1975 I got my new bike and wanted to show everyone.

My best friend Randy Jacobs and another, Jeff Brown,

Was just sittin’ in Randy’s yard when I rolled up.

I was the proudest kid ever.

Couldn’t wait to show my friends that I got a

fucking new bike that wasn’t first

owned by a fucking fifteen-year-old.

Randy and Jeff were properly impressed.

Envious… but happy for me.

Randy was a shy guy (still is) and didn’t express emotion much.

He said:

‘Ernie, your bike is cool.’

Jeff Brown was more aggressive and said these fateful words:

‘Ernie, that is an incredible bike. Can I ride it once?‘

With no hesitation, proud to share with my friends.

‘Of course,’ I said, “But not too long.

I haven’t had much chance myself to ride it.’

Jeff took off like a dream.

Ten minutes later…

Hit by car…

I still wake up to the screeching of the tires of his father leaving the

Dairy Bar, racing to see what had happened to his boy.

Five days later…

Jeff was dead.

Whoah, that was sad.

Some powerful stuff from Farmer poet Ernest Perry, who has lived in Eagleville his whole life in that house on the hill out on Old Highway 99.

The Eagleville, TN House of Ernest Perry

Some say, even though Ernie still lives there, that house is haunted. And I believe it, Eagleville. Some things just can’t be explained.

And, remember, if you can’t be a poet, then be the poem.

I’ll talk at ya tomorrow…

Sam

Mornin’ Eagleville – Sam here for another mornin’. Let’s hit the ground runnin’.

Several people died last night – not sure why. Not sure why and I don’t have any names. More to come on this story, obviously, since many of our sisters and brothers and husbands and wives and children probably want to know who is no longer alive in this town.

You all know the drill, we’ll let you know as soon as we know. We’ve just got to figure it out and get an accurate count as to how many died, why and how.

Charlie And The Chocolate Factory – Eagleville Middle School

The Eagleville Middle School production of ‘Charlie & The Chocolate Factory’ absolutely sucked (and my grandson was in it so I’m not being biased). I mean, it completely sucked.

Not much talent on that stage at all this year. Sorry, kids, you blow. Better luck next year with ‘Guys & Dolls.’

The Eagleville Thrift Store just announced $1 Dollar Thursdays. So all that crap that’s in that store you can now get for $1 on Thursdays. Makes you wonder why you would go there on Fridays. But ok, Peggy, I’m rooting for you.

That’s Peggy Valentine, you know, down at the Thrift Store. So go buy your little doilies and straws and stuff there on Thursday. Maybe I’ll take a trip down there as well. Maybe pick up some used socks for a buck.

That’ll do ‘er for today.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I – I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

So remember, Eagleville, if you come to a fork in the road – take it.

I’ll talk at ya tomorrow.

Sam

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