Shoo-Fly Pie
they till the soil
with a simple plow
pulled by a horse
they've weaned
no electric
nor vast education
only hard work
religious dedication
a simple people
of limited skill
yet a divine community
of love thy neighbor
you see them
on horse and buggy
a painful sight
for speedy drivers
who live life too fast
to notice a smiling beard
we buy their products
because they produce quality
quilts, baked goods, furniture
made with hours of personal touch
such a wonderful community
once distant from the world
now tragedy has found them
the price paid for trying to belong......
Bob Shank-Oct. 4th, 2006
yesterday a nut went into an amish school and killed 5 little girls, while wounding
others. Every year I go to Lancaster, Pa. to get 10 shoo-fly pies from a barn
(store) near dutch wonderland. I love the pies, but the people even more so, such
a quality of life they lead, and yet they are slowly buying into society's material
ways and they don't realize the price is far to heavy to pay. Somethings are better
off left alone, like the molasses used in the shoo-fly pie, change it to syrup and
the taste is bitter.........
Copyright © Bob Shank | Year Posted 2006
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