Three Stories Ten Poems

All The Time Jim Was Gone On The Deer Hunting Trip Liz Thought About Him. It Was Awful While He Was Gone. She Couldn’t Sleep Well From Thinking About Him But She Discovered It Was Fun To Think About Him Too. If She Let Herself Go It Was Better. The Night Before They Were To Come Back She Didn’t Sleep At All, That Is She Didn’t Think She Slept Because It Was All Mixed Up In A Dream About Not Sleeping And Really Not Sleeping. When She Saw The Wagon Coming Down The Road She Felt Weak And Sick Sort Of Inside. She Couldn’t Wait Till She Saw Jim And It Seemed As Though Everything Would Be All Right When He Came. The Wagon Stopped Outside Under The Big Elm And Mrs. Smith And Liz Went Out. All The Men Had Beards And There Were Three Deer In The Back Of The Wagon, Their Thin Legs Sticking Stiff Over The Edge Of The Wagon Box. Mrs. Smith Kissed Alonzo And He Hugged Her. Jim Said “Hello Liz.” And Grinned. Liz Hadn’t Known Just What Would Happen When Jim Got Back But She Was Sure It Would Be Something. Nothing Had Happened. The Men Were Just Home That Was All. Jim Pulled The Burlap Sacks Off The Deer And Liz Looked At Them. One Was A Big Buck. It Was Stiff And Hard To Lift Out Of The Wagon...FROM THE BOOKS.