Simple Days
He was born in the Georgia clay
drank sweet tea everyday
It was rise and shine at the crack of dawn
as the rooster sang his song
Milk the cows and bale the hay
buttermilk was on the way
Fetch the eggs from the coop
look at that chicken poop
Tend the garden and shell the peas
on the porch, feel the breeze
he butter, wring the bird
headless chicken, have you heard
Pressure cooker’s blowing steam
it's taboo to touch that thing
Canning veggies was the norm
no TV in a storm
Dry the apples for the pies
slice the taters for the fries
Work all day till the sun went down
then pass the moonshine around
Kids today can't relate
think they'd ever pull their weight
Take their phones and watch them moan
think they've had home-grown
Simple days, baling hay
catching chickens is how they played
Once a week they would all get together
that of course depended on the weather
Copyright © Rhyming Rob | Year Posted 2020
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