Ole Farley

"You know boys" he would always say "why if there's one thing I am not" "Attention grabbing back stabbing" "but I've won every fight I've fought"

Farley was twisting a new tale

his feet on the pot belly stove

In our barn he would spin a yarn

piling on like a treasure trove

"You know I don't think I told you

how I won the second World War"

"Ole Ike, needed help with the Reich

and he looked to me and the corps"

 

"Again my country called on me

Ike wanted us to break the line"

"I told Dwight, to schedule a flight

just drop me this side of the Rhine"

"So my men and I took the field

we lay waste such a German swath"

"Led all the men, yep there and then

survived only on bread and broth"

 

"Well we sought no recognition

we let Ike spin his fairy tale"

"We were fine, drinking Hitler’s wine

just happy to blaze the trail"

Later that night Farley took watch

he had come by to check the feed

Out from the night, came a bright light

Farley happily fed their need

 

He claimed that he had been kidnapped

aliens from space sought him out

They'd been sold, on stories he'd told

and assumed him a man with clout

Of course he didn't go freely

he took out a dozen or two

Then scared them so bad, they were glad

to head off into the wild blue

 

Farley claimed many a patent

he invented all the great things

Held universities, degrees

knew all the heads of state and kings

He’d served in World War One and Two

circumnavigated the globe

Hung out on the Nile, for awhile

invented Nasa's first space probe

 

 

"You know boys" he would always say

"there are a couple things I'm not"

"Attention grabbing, back stabbing"

"though I've won every fight I've fought"

When the iced wind blew through the trees

and the cold air kept us all down

We warmed each face, at Farley’s place

where he entertained half the town

Tate

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Reviews

[David Lewis Paget]

I knew that guy, Tate. He owned a prawn fishing fleet in Western Australia, had served in the S.A.S. in Vietnam, had the ear of a member of parliament, and could top any far flung story that anyone else could tell. He never had a job, though, lived on the dole as I remember. My hero - lol.

[TL Boehm]

I think he may be a relative of mine! Seriously though, this is a stellar poem. I have learned that in every teller of tall tales there is a bit of truth somewhere...finding it...that's the gem.

[Tate Morgan]

yes you are right I read this one on thew air friday did you hear it

[Pete Langley]

The Farleys of this world are the salt of the earth, aren`t they? In times of yore, they were the seers and soothsayers who produced the myths and legends we regard as a mainstay of romanticism and mystery today. Your poem is outstanding, Tate. I love it. P.

[Jae]

I think we have all known a Farley =) Made me laugh and put a smile to my face.
The stories that people tell when they have been around the track a few times are truly interesting, so sad though that a great portion of today's modern generation don't appreciate that. I loved this! Great job!

[Tate Morgan]

thank you I feel so happy to have you back again

[Jae]

glad to be back =)

[Mark]

I applaud your noble effort, Mr. Morgan I would suggest a minor tweakage, though: For maximum effectiveness, you might try, in an eight-syllable line with an internal rhyme, to compel the rhyming syllables into fourth and eighth positions, as though it were two, four-syllable lines. In my "Man of La Moonta", I was unable to accomplish it routinely--David is the only modern poet I've yet read who seems able, apparently without effort, to insert those rhymes in regular fashion. But, that said, I applaud your excellent poem!

[Summer]

This was a wonderful tribute to all the Farley's we meet and blessed to know! Loved it, Tate :)

[Hawkmoon]

dont be concerned with form... CALI - FORMI- CATION will get your

POETRY BANNED FROM PICASSO'S GRANDDAUGHTERS LINGERIE DRAWER

[Hawkmoon]

hahaha I knew this guy back when I was selling Bird Skeletons to Philosophers in the days of Arthur Rimbaud. We used to steal blueprints of Heaven from the Catacombs of Paris.

[Becky C Strukamp]

This poem flowed as though a patriotic song being sung, a wonderful tale of what certainly seems a wonderful man. thanks Tate for bringing so many subjects to the table of our thoughts.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we all know someone like this...we smile with sadness when we listen to his tales because stories are all he has left of himself now.

he is a past, having done it all...i see a streetperson here...unfortunately having not been taken care of since he came back from the war...two wars...a man who had dignity and who had taken care of us country...but now his country has left him in the streets, with only the pride of his past to hang his hat on...

and most probably wouldn't believe his stories are true...But i would.

what a read!

jacob

[Manpreet]

Lovely story beutifully expressed with great details. Thanks for sharing Tate!