A Versatile Commoner
In olden times things were saved or repaired
Old dresses stitched, boots and barrels staved
Worn-out clothing used as rags
No plastic wrap or bags
People believed in “A stitch in time saves nine” dictum
“Use and throw’ was a distant dream
I was the versatile commoner, the flour sack.
Branded with different names,
And stamped with names in purple, blue and gold
String sewn on the top pulled and seen.
Children used me as a school bag.
A man’s pillow, woman’s sleeping gown.
Or even a mail bag, or shopping bag
Constantly ready to serve, young and old.
All the time, at all the places.
Now lying in a deserted bunkhouse in a range
Still preserving the things of my master-ranger.
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Date 11-23-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place win
Contest: Whatever Happened to Flour Shacks by Judy Konos
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2013
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