Pappy's Feet I used to love to sit and listen At the stories that he knew Pappy sure could tell them 'Don't know if they's all true How to catch 8 possums on one night How them old hounds got into s big fight How one got killed one chewed up Man what a night He'd tell about a gigging In the big creek near by Got so many bullfrogs The coffee sack wouldn't tie He told of him and mammy Sneaking out for some sugar Then I really had to laugh They' too old to kiss each other I betcha I could go on for hours And never could complete All the good old stories I learned at Pappy's feet ~*Raylene Boggs*~       Subscribe to Poetry from the Heart Newsletter Webset © Majestic Websets © Neal Anderson, Artist