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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.