Makin' Mem'Ries
There’s nothing quite like
The smell of a cast iron
Wood fired cook stove
On a chill Kentucky morning
Brewed coffee, platter of eggs
Pork chops and bacon
Hint of wood smoke scent
And ashes…Rosin and Pine
And a wee lad to savor these
…Future memories of mine…
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