Our Front Porch Hillbilly Band
Billy played the banjo, sometimes the fiddle, too
While grandpa rattled the spoons and sang
About a sip of “that good ol’ mountain dew.”
Occasionally Mr. Snell came over and brang *
His collection of gourds, they made a harmony
While grandpa rattled the spoons and sang.
The makeshift band welcomed, as a courtesy,
Anyone who had a crude mountain instrument
His collection of gourds, they made a harmony.
Mama clog danced with an Irish jig movement
She, also a talented musician, did purely enjoy
Anyone who had a crude mountain instrument.
I usually sat on the front porch steps with a toy
While our neighbor hillbilly band played a tune
They tried, as best they could, never to annoy.
It was a splendid way for old friends to commune
Billy played the banjo, sometimes the fiddle, too,
While our neighbor hillbilly band played a tune
About a sip of “that good ol’ mountain dew.”
written July 10, 2021
[*brang. Every hillbilly kid knows that the
tenses of "to bring" are "bring, brang, brung."]
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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