JOHN’S WORKING CAP John started working on the farm And needed shade and cap to keep warm. We purchased a cap in khaki green, The cleanest cap you’ve ever seen. When the cap was bought who could have known The decades of years the cap would be worn. This cap travelled here, there and everywhere, Carried eggs, chickens, grain and things to wear. If only this cap could tell its varied tales Of places it’s been and their many weird smells. Not many caps have as long a useful life; Handled and cared for by his dutiful wife. The cap was faded and worn, All tattered and torn, Blown away by high winds, Left behind in motels. This cap was much loved And not to be left on the shelf.
- Betty Clark
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