CAMPBELL'S BULL
| The only fear in life I had When I lived on a farm Was a great big, brown, white faced bull That meant to do me harm Though just a lad of seven years Deep in my heart I knew He meant to pierce me with those horns And rip me through and through He belonged to old man Campbell And I had little doubt That he walked the mile to our farm Just to seek me out Many times while playing Completely free of care I'd feel his eyes upon me And I'd know that he was there I trembled at his awesome frame For I was very small And through my eyes this raging bull Towered ten meters tall Flames shot from his nostrils His eyes were blazing red I knew that if he caught me He'd surely kill me dead Then terror gripped my very soul One day in early Spring He must have crept up quietly For I didn't hear a thing I'd slumped upon the cool, green grass And slipped into a doze I woke to find his face so close He licked me on the nose I felt my body stiffen It was a fearful sight He meant to kill me slowly I wet my pants in fright The blood was pounding in my ears I thought my heart would burst But before this beast could kill me He'd have to catch me first With trembling legs I sprang erect He looked me in the eye And then before I knew it My feet began to fly I could hear his hoofs behind me I could feel his icy stare His horns flailed wildly at my rear And missed me by a hair I felt his hot breath on me My hair stood up in fear I knew that he was gaining So I found another gear I had to reach the farm house gate And leave him on this side I meant to jump that flaming gate I'd take it in a stride It was fear that launched me at the gate With one almighty bound But I crashed into the top-most rail And crumpled to the ground I knew that now he had me And my flesh began to flinch But I was so exhausted I couldn't move an inch It would only be a moment Before his horns sank in And then he'd snort triumphant And rip away my skin He'd gore away in anger And when finally all was done There'd be little left for mother To recognise her son It seemed to take forever For that first and painful cut While I waited for that fatal gore I kept my eyes clamped shut It seemed to me I cringed there For about at least a week And then in desperation I dared to take a peek And much to my amazement I fondly now recall He was grazing where I'd left him He hadn't moved at all It was only fear and terror That chased me on that day It was just imagination That led my mind astray This story is a true one And it has a happy end From that day on old Campbell's bull Became a treasured friend He seemed to grow much smaller His eyes were soft and kind And the flames from out his nostrils Were never there to find And almost every single day He'd wander to our place I'd throw my arms around his neck He'd lick me on the face The years have flown so quickly But within my memory chest The times I played with Campbell's bull Are up there with the best K.D. Abbott © 2007 |
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