***Recently, while going through the family home after losing my mother to Covid, I came across the writing of my great-grandmother, Minnie Louise Bumphrey, who was a published writer and poet. Over the next few days I will be sharing her works on my blog. ***
This piece was written about a neighbor boy named Pete Fischer:
He was just a little fellow that I liked from the first day and from my kitchen window I would watch him play.
He made a house up in a tree and, oh, the fun he had.
I thought as I was watching him, it’s fine to be a lad.
The other boys who played with him were not as fine as he.
He really was not used to boys that I could plainly see.
He enjoyed fun but was not tough; when they hurt him I got sore.
For he seemed almost like my boy, that little boy next door.
*** Originally written by Minnie Louise Bumphrey of Kewanee, Illinois.***
