I was in a run-a-way accident once <br />It did something awful to me, <br />And when an animal begins to rear <br />I want to run and flee. <br />You can just laugh all you want to <br />It won't hurt me one bit, <br />But let a horse or car act strange <br />If you want to see me git. <br /> <br />We had been to Grandpa's after fruit <br />To his old home in Taccoa, <br />There was ten of us in Grandpa's hack <br />Driven by Dean, his foster boy. <br /> <br />Old Molly, and Nell were Grandpa's mares <br />A bay, and a dapple gray, <br />As pretty as any picture, then <br />So fine, slick and sway. <br /> <br />In a mile of home the hack tongue dropped <br />Then pannel's of fence flew, <br />We were all scattered upon the ground <br />The hack was left all askew. <br /> <br />Everything was chaos then <br />Mother held her baby child, <br />All of us children were crying <br />But dear Grandpa only smiled. <br /> <br />None was so serious hurt as Grandpa <br />Upon the ground he lay, <br />Dean lifted him up tenderly <br />But he knew nothing more that day. <br /> <br />Those mares were running smoothly <br />Or it seemed so at the start, <br />But Nell fell, and was dragged away <br />Until the harness was torn apart. <br /> <br />They found them some time later <br />Molly, at Grandpa's on the hill, <br />Nell was at Fathers house <br />Down at the Sycamore mill. <br /> <br />You can laugh, and laugh, if you care to <br />I guess I can laugh some, too, <br />But I don't stay, with queer acting things <br />I leave them, you bet I do.<br /><br />Della Hodgson James<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/accident-13/
