An Old Lady's Poem |
Yankee Doodle? Most of us remember Yankee Doodle, dont we? |
He was that lanky feller we used to see around town, more likely on a Saturday |
afternoon, who wore a blue jacket with stars all over it. Seemed like there were |
fifty or more stars on it. |
He used to go into a long explanation telling how each star meant something special. And those red and white striped britches that were a might too short, and |
wore a white, pointy beard. Seems like he grew up like a weed. But when he dressed |
out in that outfit, Boy! How hed strut! |
Sometimes you might even see him with that funny straw hat on, especially |
on a hot sunny day. I remember one time he even stuck a feather in it. He was a toot! Compared to what some others wore, with their greens, or browns, with red and blue |
Xes or other designs, he might have looked too colorful to be taken seriously, but some folks learned that although he laughed a lot, he had a serious side. He was always willing |
to listen to or tell a funny story, especially in the barber shop. |
Say, whatever became of barber shops, anyway? Youd be well advised not to |
kid him too much about what he wore, or how he combed his hair, and for sure, never make any off-color remark about his momma or his girl or even his poppa or his grandpap. |
If you did, youd soon find yourself lying on your back with a split lip or worse, just the same as if youd taken a punch at a hornets nest or upset a swarm of wasps. When it came to stuff like that, he was nothing short of intrepid. He was downright enterprising. Hed be on you like a chicken on a June bug until you hollered Uncle! |
Yep! He could be handy with his dukes. Hed laugh along with most anything, but when you got him mad, Oh, how hed come out swinging! Some fellers learned that the hard way. Some fellers thought he was just too kind hearted and maybe even a little |
simple-minded to ever fight, but they were wrong. You see, he dearly loved his freedom to come and go as he pleased. Loved it as much as life itself, some said. He wouldnt step on your shoes as long as you didnt step on his or his friends. |
Hed most always dress up on Sunday, or the Sabbath,or whatever you might want to call it, and likely as not youd see him walking down the road, going to his place of worship, hands in his pockets, and whistling all the way. Some say he could even play a fife. You dont hear much about fifes anymore, but he could really wrap his tongue around |
a few tunes like The Blue-tailed Fly, or Jimmy Cracked Corn. He liked music, thats for certain! |
Hes that feller whod walk two miles or better to see his girl, again whistling all the way. Seems like he whistled a lot. He didnt particularly enjoy the walk home after an evening of courting, because it meant taking the short cut that went by the graveyard. Again, hed just pucker up and whistle on by. But, by damn, he was gonna see his girl anyway! |
Folks were never clear on how much schooling he had. But somehow, he always seemed to find work. And when you could get him into a serious discussion, he could come out with some pretty impressive stuff. Like how everybody ought to pitch in and help when the crops came ready to harvest. Or when the neighbors barn burned down. And how nobody was owed a free lunch. Stuff like that. He didnt like free-loaders. All you had to do was try to find a job. And even if you couldnt find one, hed most always give you some pocket change if you really needed it. |
Yep. That was Yankee Doodle. He was a good ole boy. I wonder what ever happened to him. I hope he didnt die - what with all the Pearl Harbors, the Koreas, the Vietnams, the Somalias, the Granadas, that thing in the Middle East deserts, and in Afghanistan - all just within our lifetime. |
If you ever get word about him, please let me know. I really liked that feller! |
Frank DuPriest, July 3, 2002 |