In the days of yore....

[Sandra Martyres]

He dug deeper and deeper,
Into the muddy ground,
To bury his last secret,
Where it wouldn't be found.

As the dark night grew colder,
The digging got tougher.
His tools felt much heavier,
It was risky to stop.

He continued doggedly,
Until just before dawn.
After that it was dangerous,
Neighbours would see him.

He placed the cask in the hole
And covered it with earth.
Whiskey was very precious,
During prohibition!

[Fay Slimm]

A wonderfully clever way of portraying humour dear Sandra in this little piece of prohibition-time in the days of yore.

[Tom Balch]

Ha-ha! A secrete supply. Love this nostalgic tipple of a poem, Sandra.

[Stella]

You had me hooked there Sandra, i really thought it was a body..lol
I am still sitting here laughing to myself..

[Karin Anderson]

A great surprise ending and like Stella, I thought it was a body. The atmosphere you build to the final stanza made it a compelling read for me Sandra.

[Cindy]

I wondered where this was going. Made me smile.

[Nightmute]

Of times gone by, and how the restrictions placed upon a society weighed heavy on more than a few, Sandra.