Lanny Posted December 20, 2023 Share Posted December 20, 2023 Annual Christmas Poetry Sometimes Sal Sometimes Sal, a scheming gal, Was not a pleasant Ma’am; She pestered folks for Christmas funds But it was just a scam. She told the town her festive drive Would help the lowest down, But deep inside she stewed and planned To fleece that mining town. She gathered cash, and nuggets fat From those with some to give. While saying that she’d nourish those Who needed it to live. But deep inside her bankrupt soul, Sal’s only driving need, Was how to scratch the constant itch To satisfy her greed. She cached the dough, and nuggets too, Well hidden in a pack, So she could make a getaway Along a mountain track. On Christmas eve, when all was clam, She saddled up her mule, And rode him quickly up that route For Sal, she weren’t no fool. She knew that when on Christmas day Folks found she’d skipped the town, A posse mad would gather quick To ride old Sally down. The night was clear, with starlight bright, The mule rode surely on. The trail rose, quite sharply there, And soon they would be gone. A forlorn ridge, Miss Sal she crossed, And there, what did she see? A sorry camp with starving folks Beneath a blighted tree. She tried to skirt that wretched camp But something in her broke, And made her dismount from her mule To help those needy folk. She nursed and tended with great care. She fed and comforted. A newfound warmth soon filled her soul, Thus changed, she relented. With things set right beneath that tree Miss Sal knew what to do. She got back on her trusty mule And off to town they flew. Before the dawn, she’d made it back, And ‘round the town she rushed To drop off cash and nuggets fat While all was still and hushed. That glorious morn, the downcast woke To wonder everywhere. For Sometimes Sal had wrought much good With Christmas morning care. Sal’s selfless deeds had forged a change Down deep within her soul. The good she’d done had rescued her, And purged her cankered soul. In mining towns throughout the West The story still is told Of Sometimes Sal, a wondrous gal With heart of solid gold. Merry Christmas, and all the best, Lanny Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dutchman4 Posted December 20, 2023 Share Posted December 20, 2023 Great story to the poem. Merry Christmas to you and your family. Regards, Ceril Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gerry in Idaho Posted December 21, 2023 Share Posted December 21, 2023 Very interesting read and poem. Probably true story as well. Kind of like the American story of Robin hood. Thanks for sharing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lanny Posted December 29, 2023 Author Share Posted December 29, 2023 On 12/20/2023 at 11:22 AM, Dutchman4 said: Great story to the poem. Merry Christmas to you and your family. Regards, Ceril Really appreciate your kindness Ceril, and I hope you had a wonderful Christmas as well. All the best, Lanny Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lanny Posted December 29, 2023 Author Share Posted December 29, 2023 On 12/20/2023 at 6:55 PM, Gerry in Idaho said: Very interesting read and poem. Probably true story as well. Kind of like the American story of Robin hood. Thanks for sharing. Gerry, hope you had a wonderful Christmas, and many thanks for your kind words. All the best, Lanny Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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