Boop Wendt's Place

Dolph L. Chaney

BOOP WENDT'S PLACE
Camouflage trucks gathering rocks
maybe to throw at each other
maybe to throw at nobody
somewhere here on Highway 55
and it reminds me of the times
gathering rocks in summer
picking them up for nickels
somewhere south of Belleville about five miles

The Texas winds keep rolling
like the sun spins out in space
like them old lawnmowers
up at Boop Wendt's place

Old Wilbert's clan, they made their stand
in the mid 1800's
all the way from Munich
or somewhere like that there in Germany
Boop he was called before he went bald
and he collected his mowers
He's got one from 1910
somewhere in that barn of harmony

One day, old Boop gave me the scoop
on how to kill a turtle
"You're not supposed to shoot it
You let it hang 'til its neck don't move at all
Then with your mitts you cut it to bits
You fry 'em up in a skillet
Let 'em simmer about an hour
Boy, that'll make you run through a brick wall"

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