Flour Sacks

Flour sacks I remember you so well full of golden grain, bran or flour a slight but delightful musty smell perambulating the atmosphere Sacks cut up for all sorts of things cloth shoes and dresses even trousers rough coats that did not keep one warm scarecrows dressed in sacks Vegetables stored in sacks that are stacked in rows inside the dutch barn ragged edges where the rodents have been chewing happily a veritable feast they will not go hungry Sacks of cloth rule in my book paper is not the same no way a soggy mess when it rains ripping as you carry them Hessian sacks people knew would last paper is only good for bonfires or as twists to start the parlor fire airless no good to store food through winter written 11/22/2013 contest Whatever Happened To Flour Sacks