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                  Hard Times 
                  ©2008 AndrewHull 
                  The bakelite radio crackled and popped 
                    The Old Man listened a while 
                    To news that the DOW had recently dropped 
                    And the slide to recession couldn’t be stopped 
                    Since current inflation could never be topped 
                    So the Old Man buried his smile 
                    He turned to the woman beside him and said 
                    “
                  Cattle are restless – Hard times ahead” 
                  The cold winter wind blew in through the floor 
                    “
                    It’s hard” said the wife “but we’ve
                    been here before” 
                    So a little less wheat came up in the field 
                    The trees in the orchard were down on their yield 
                    But the old man had grain he’d kept in reserve 
                    And there was still fruit for the wife to preserve 
                    So the table was full for the children’s return 
                    With talk of a wedding, and laughter to burn 
                  The bakelite radio barked out the news 
                    As The Old Man turned his ear 
                    The Federal Reserve had commissioned reviews 
                    Based some terrible forecasts and views 
                    Couched in language economists use 
                    And market capitalists fear 
                    The Old Man slowly nodded his head 
                  “
                    The dogs are barking – hard times ahead” 
                  The rain fell hard for nearly a week 
                    And stock was lost in the swollen creek 
                    But the crops grew well and little was lost 
                    In the drier months or the early frost 
                    The orchard bloomed and loaded the trees 
                    But the birds struck hard and also disease 
                    Still the family feasted on Christmas cheer 
                    With talk of a baby the following year 
                  The bakelite radio coughed and cracked 
                    And the Old Man listened well 
                    To news the treasurer soon would be sacked 
                    Because of the management skills he lacked 
                    And the poor credit rating this would attract 
                    With stock markets starting to sell 
                    The Old Man grimaced and shook his head 
                  “
                    Crows on the wire – hard times ahead” 
                  The seasons came and the seasons went 
                    Money was earned and money was spent 
                    Regardless of yield, irrespective of weather 
                    The family grew and gathered together 
                    The Old Woman wept when the Old Man died 
                    But within a month she lay at his side 
                    And the family gathered bereaved and bereft 
                    To share their grief and what they’d been left 
                  “Hard times” said the lawyer, “you really
                    should sell” 
                    The family said not a word 
                  “
                    The property market just recently fell, 
                    Commodity prices are buggered as well 
                    And as for the future – you can’t really tell….” 
                    But none of the family heard 
                    They switched on the bakelite radio dial 
                    Remembered good times, and started to smile 
                   
                  
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