Dear Editor:

I’d like for each person who is trying to push alcohol sales in Hartselle to read this poem and give some thought to it

“The Drunken Driver”

Author Unknown

I want to talk to you drunken drivers, While here on earth you dwell- You never know when the time will come, You’ll have to say farewell to your dear old mother and daddy tho they may be far away. So don’t be drinking whiskey while going on your way. I saw an accident one day that should touch the heart of every man and teach him not to drink a drop with the steering wheel in his hand. This awful accident occurred on the 20th day of May. Caused 2 lovely children to sleep beneath the clay. These 2 dear children walked side by side upon the state hi way. Their loving mother, she had died—their father had run away. Their were talking of their lovely parents, how sad their hearts did feel when around the curve came a speeding driver with a drunk man at the wheel. This driver saw these 2 dear children—-he hooted a drunkard’s sound, “”Get out of the road, you little fools”. Then the car it brought them down. The bumper caught that little girl taking her life away. While the little boy in a pool of blood in the ditch there did lay. This driver staggered from the car to see what he had done. His heart sank from him when he saw his loving son. Such mourning from a drunken man I never saw before—-When the little boy in a pool of blood said, “Daddy has come home once more. He picked up his loved ones and carried then to his car and kneeling on the running board he prayed a drunkard”s prayer saying, “Please, O Lord, forgive me for this awful crime I’ve done. His attention then was called away to the words of his dying son, “Take us to our mother, Dad, who sleeps beneath the ground. It was you and her we were thinking of when the car it brought us down .please dear Daddy, don’t drink no more while going on your way but meet us with mother, Dad, in Heaven some sweet day.”

Clara Boyer