Harold A. Pickett, a.k.a. Slim Acres, was a well-known poet and popular after-dinner speaker from Ohio. Over a period of about 50 years, he published a number of books of his down-home country poetry; his most recent, Eighty After Eighty, was a collection of 80 poems written after he turned 80 years old. Slim was my father, and he passed away on June 24, 2009, at the age of 96. This blog, a weekly update of the best of his poems, is meant as a tribute to his talents.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
WORKING TOGETHER
Some people work together
In accordance, it would seem;
They complement each other,
Like peaches go with cream;
But Lucy has her own way
Of doing things, you see,
And, being fair about it,
You could say the same for me.
So, she is doing her work
And I am doing mine;
That's just the way we like it,
And we get along just fine.
We're raking leaves this morning,
As we do it every year;
She is in the front yard,
While I am in the rear.
We're not inclined to battle,
Not the kind to fight and fuss;
You'll seldom find a couple
More compatible than us;
But we avoided trouble
By learning at the start,
We work together better
When we're half a mile apart!
--Acres of Verse (1994)
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