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My Grandfather's Tales
by Marion M. Dollar



When I was young we'd often go fishing
Down where Hatch-a-ba-loo flows into Cohay
We would walk the two miles down to the creek bank
My grandfather telling tales each step of the way

He would tell me about the big one that got away
Down at our favorite fishing hole
It was so big that it straightened the hook
And pulled so hard that it broke the cane pole

He would talk about his mule whose name was Mack
And of all the work the two of them could do
How Mack was stronger than six regular horses
I listened with interest, knowing it wasn't true

He'd brag on his milk cow, about how good she was
And of all the butter my grandmother made
He'd tell about his knife he kept in his back pocket
And how he cut barb wire with two swipes of its blade

He'd talk about baseball and a man named Pocket
And how hard Pocket could swing the bat
He'd swing so hard the ball went through the hickory
And left a big hole, but I didn't believe that

He told me all about his whiskey still
That he kept buried down near the spring
Of how he sold whiskey at all the church revivals
I could visualize it all, not missing a thing

He'd tell me about his feist dog named Trixie
And of all the tricks that he taught her to do
He spoke lovingly about his old Chevy pickup
And how he had bought it when it was brand new

With a faraway look, he told of his gambling days
And how he had learned to cheat at cards
And with his keen eye and his old twelve gauge gun
How he could hit a rabbit at three hundred yards

He would talk about his neighbor, a man named William
And of all the lies that William would tell
Of how William could not recognize the truth
And how one day he would burn in Hell

If only I could take one more trip fishing with Grandfather
And hear his voice and listen to his tales again
But you cannot go back to your youth or the past
Nor visit those places where you've already been.





BIO: Marion M. Dollar (Pen Name M. M. John Dollar)
M. M. John Dollar was born in Mize, Mississippi, ten years after the stock market crash of 1929. Growing up, he experienced the hard times felt by many residents of Mississippi during these times of economic decline. Folks were not aware that harsh conditions had arrived since there was no change from what they were already experiencing. Many of his stories and poems revolve around and emanate from this era of time.

After careers in the military and the business world, he retired to his childhood surroundings in the Magnolia State. His writing career started when he composed several stories and poems for the enjoyment and entertainment of his two grandchildren and realized he loved to write and relate stories and poetry for others’ pleasure and amusement. When he is not volunteering his time for community and church activities, he pursues his passion of writing. He resides in Taylorsville, Mississippi.

He is the author of Stories From Liars, Friends and the Innocent, and is a member of the Mississippi Writer's Guild and the Southern Writer's Group. He has written several articles for the two local newspapers and is presently writing supplemental learning stories used by the fourth grade students at the Attendance Center in Mendenhall, Mississippi.




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