05/12/2026
from 2014..
RevRoscoe Beauregard
April 18, 2014
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For Sandra Spikes Trotti.
Before there was ever thought,
need of Farm Safety 4 kids,
We were the experimental ones,
You jumping out of a hayloft,
Meeting a pitchfork on the ground,
Bob O'Rear over a fence, to jump,
Meeting a rake on the ground,
I, running ever so barefoot,
was there ever need of shoes,
No we were pure country,
Long before it was 'cool',
Running a piece of wire,
Thru my foot,
Granny McMahon, your picture,
She treasured in her cabin
Wrapped it with her bacon
And whispered words,
To comfort, only she knew,
It healed...
Knowing more to the Spikes History
And the great piece of land,
Adjoins the Whitman land,
and his wife a 'Spikes' now understand,
My Aunt Married a Whitman,
Links to the Spikes forever grand,
My Aunt Ruby and Uncle Art,
Connects with the Hyatt's blood,
and we all connect in our lineage,
We all played upon that piece of ground
Teepees we built , of straw and pine limbs,
The world was at our command,
We raced down the hill,
Screaming, Yellow Hair would have fled,
If he seen our coming...
Road wear has taken it toll,
We humble about with canes and walkers,
Grateful of the sunlight thru the Sabine Pines,
We travel down dirt road still,
When ever we find them,
Memories do not fade,
They are our DNA,
To the historical cemetery
you are to be put to rest,
There so close to the Sabine,
There near where the Brushy,
Which winds thru the woods,
And upon a tree, is these words,
Forever never to be forgotten,
Frank Foster was carved,
Leaving a message for the world to see..