Ed Shustack , Huckleberries</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=29.htm>Ed Shustack </a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Huckleberries</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b><p>Up at the crack of dawn this morn<br>Put on my britches, patched and worn<br>Laced my shoes that fit so tight<br>Hardly slept a wink last night<br>Out the door on the run I go<br>Passing each house set in a row<br>On the road to the base of the hill<br>Morning breaking beautiful and still<br>Up the rugged terrain I weave<br>My picking can next to my sleeve<br>Climbing higher and moving fast<br>Nearing the summit I see at last <br>The hidden place known to me best<br>That brings excitement deep in my chest<br>And there before me the huckleberries lay<br>Mine for the taking throughout this day.</p></b></font></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>