Slingshot

When I was twelve, I bought a slingshot, For fifty cents. A piece of leather, And two leather cords. I practiced with it, Day and night. I never became proficient. The stone came out early, Or it came out late. Walking home one day, A dog charged me, And would have bitten me severely. But I had my slingshot. And I swung it over my head. Round and round, It went. Somehow the slingshot, Loaded with a stone, Hit the dog full in the face, And it never left, The slingshot. The dog ran off, Yelping to beat the band, I had won. And yet I did, Everything wrong. Life is so strange, Sometimes, the weakest of us, win. 10/19/10 Alton Texas