Former county resident uses time to write poetry
Fielding’s been fishing
As we reached the highway,
A little boy was standing there.
I looked over at him.
As I didn’t want to stare.
Would you happen to be Fielding?
He said, “Yes,” with a big grin.
I thought it must be the boy,
Why he just looked like him.
I am his fifth cousin or so,
Knew his great-great-great-grandpa.
That Fielding of the 1870s,
Was a brother to my grandma.
David F. Stewart | Louisville, Ky.