The Old Estate
As wealthy Tennesseans go,
the elder Tibbs was fair and straight,
he'd spurned the grandiose chateau
for comfort in his old estate.

Though not a ragged tenement,
his father's home was handed down,
a robber baron having spent
a fortune on the local town.

So when Tibbs took his refuge here,
away from traffic and the noise,
they understood this marketeer,
and not begrudge what he enjoys-

this country ranch and wooden rails
that pacifies the day's travails.


Poem and Photo- Copyright © 2009 by Jack Huber-
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Comments:
 
frederic   frederic wrote
on 12/9/2009 1:55:05 PM
You're leaving us with an interesting thought about a chosen subject. What would have motivated the townspeople to disturb him? How true: how fragile our peace and comfort can be.

huberjack   huberjack wrote
on 12/9/2009 12:31:01 PM
Thanks, SP. That's very true. I wonder what my muse will whisper next? --Jack

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 12/9/2009 4:18:33 AM
Nice ode to the olde estate. Seems like there's a lot of memories here to write about.

huberjack
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