My Rubber Rain Boots

Saturday Morning’s routines The odor of wood smoke Came into my bedroom I saw the flambeau flickering lights From my window That when I knew it was time To get out of bed; I heard old man Sealy voice He said to his wing man To put another log on the fire Keeps the fire blasting? He said I put on my rubber rain boots I Headed down to the barn Knowingly, it was so close to dawn Pappy said hey “small point” Where are you going? Go back to your bed. I just wanted to watch The pigs being slaughter ^ Every Saturday morning Old man Sealy slaughter the animals On my granddad farm It meant meat for the villagers Pork, beef, chicken and lambs Fresh Meat for all: Pappy always said Do not handicap the children By making their lives easy So I hurried on down to the pig pens to watch. The pigs struggle and squeal violently The lambs’ trembles As they struggle to be free ^ As a little child, I thought that animal was raised To be killed for food; Now looking back on those days I think it was incredible and sad However, I had some wonderful time Grilling meat on a stick With the Butcher’s team My Childhood memories Of the slaughter house what is your stories...Attachments