Sunday Dinner On the Farm

To the memory of my Great great great Grandmother Esther Louise Arbuthnot SUNDAY DINNER ON THE FARM Gramma's cookin now, so set a spell and you can bet we'll have her Sunday best before the settin sun, and who can tell what's on her stove--but it will meet the test. Can't you just smell that fryin chicken now? And you must know the gravie's fresh and hot for pourin on them taters--I allow a little more than I should have--so what?!? The butter it just melts on bread so light to compliment the vegetables we grow, now if you know a life that's half as right as this, you'd better make it yours to know. And I will say the grace, to thank God for what He has give--so He will give us more. © RON WILSON ARBUTHNOT aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet