Down In the Wet Land

On mornings as cold inside as out__burr She knelt__held a match against fat lighterd For she knew that this was required of her The fire would smoke, sputter__soon blaze occured Spreading rapidly engulfing the wood Seemed like a miracle from where I stood How she went on from year to year__question What could she have been in better situation She would blow the spark that ignited flames Fire would glow as did her small meager life But from her life a blaze planted__child tame Who would write of her hardships being wife And how she would teach where the Sweet Shurbs grow Down in the wet land beside the road (How to appreciate corn bread, buttermilk, and butter cold.)