We Valentines Poem by C R Clark

To my wife of 33 years

If you will be my valentine
I’ll do for you things “oh so fine”
I’ll take you to the woods with me
And teach you how to “sit a tree”
And watch for game, down on the trail
And, with an arrow, it, impale
Ill teach you how to “gut” your kill
And cook it on a spit
Then, you can help me tan the hide
And make a blanket out of it
I’ll teach you how to make a fire
With only sticks and grass
And then, I’m sure that you’ll agree,
The best, I’ve saved for last
When supper’s through and we’re rested up
To the creek we’ll go “a trippin”
And, there, in the woods, we valentines
Will go in “skinny dippin”

Copyright C R Clark-2/14/2004