Eating Grits

Written by: Sara Kendrick

Out on the porch in the still morn
Looking at the foggy damp knoll
As I think about being reborn
And eat grits from the new soup bowl

Neighbor's roosters sing their morn's song
Fog's moisture down the Oak leaves roll
All seems right and we get along
And eat grits from the new soup bowl

All is not right many unrests
Wars and fightings many lost souls
Those sad thoughts burn within my breast
As I eat grits from the new soup bowl

What can I do and still exsist
And eat my grits from new soup bowl