Rhymes of the Heart
Them Good Old Days
The rocking chair is rocking,
she says sit with me a spell.
She takes a sup of coffee,
smiling, at what she's about to tell.
She says Daddies pickin cotton,
he left with a toe sack on his back.
And I walked miles to school,
in a dress made from a flour sack.
On a rub board with lye soap,
my sweet Mommas washin clothes.
An baby sisters in the yard,
squishing mud between her toes.
Grandpa's killing a hog,
its hanging from a tree.
Grandma's at the neighbors,
with her ladies quilting bee.
But when the sun starts sitting,
the dinner bell is rung,
then with banjo in hand,
old gospel songs were sung.
The Bible read by coal oil lamp,
coon hunters out the door.
Prayers said on bended knee,
feather mattress on the floor.
Corn whiskey and white lightening,
hot toddies for some rest.
home made remedies of all kinds,
smelly poultices for your chest.
Neighbors were a Godsend,
oh the dinners on the ground.
barn raisen, an square dancin,
with people all around.
Off to sneak a watermelon,
we'd go barefoot out of sight.
Candy canes,an oranges,
a pair of shoes on Christmas night.
Babies born, home Doctors,
and Daddies heartfelt pride.
Bodies laid out at home,
for their final wagon ride.
Now in my rocking chair,
I can remember the old ways.
And smile on fond memories,
of them good old days.
by...Debbie
Old stories my Grandmother used to tell
she says sit with me a spell.
She takes a sup of coffee,
smiling, at what she's about to tell.
She says Daddies pickin cotton,
he left with a toe sack on his back.
And I walked miles to school,
in a dress made from a flour sack.
On a rub board with lye soap,
my sweet Mommas washin clothes.
An baby sisters in the yard,
squishing mud between her toes.
Grandpa's killing a hog,
its hanging from a tree.
Grandma's at the neighbors,
with her ladies quilting bee.
But when the sun starts sitting,
the dinner bell is rung,
then with banjo in hand,
old gospel songs were sung.
The Bible read by coal oil lamp,
coon hunters out the door.
Prayers said on bended knee,
feather mattress on the floor.
Corn whiskey and white lightening,
hot toddies for some rest.
home made remedies of all kinds,
smelly poultices for your chest.
Neighbors were a Godsend,
oh the dinners on the ground.
barn raisen, an square dancin,
with people all around.
Off to sneak a watermelon,
we'd go barefoot out of sight.
Candy canes,an oranges,
a pair of shoes on Christmas night.
Babies born, home Doctors,
and Daddies heartfelt pride.
Bodies laid out at home,
for their final wagon ride.
Now in my rocking chair,
I can remember the old ways.
And smile on fond memories,
of them good old days.
by...Debbie
Old stories my Grandmother used to tell
