The Land

I remember long ago Every year we would go Northern Mississippi a piece from Tupelo Ackers of land My childhood did know Children of the daughters in our grandmothers trust every summer we spent from before we could lust picked peas by the bushell and loaded hay by the bale our first taste of work in the suns regail Hot we sweated yet food we were supplied an abundant table we were never denighed I milked the cows Papa taught us how Those old ways remembered but not done now Never could get the hang of walking without shoes one way the country boys give city boys the blues Put the jug in the freezer so it would melt cold in the sun run and catch the horses was a way to have fun When ever they had church it was church all day certian of the men would pray and say the verse of a song while others drug the moan and melody Night would fall while we sat on the porch Wasn't enough television to really have a choice Papa never said much cept mostly on his knees right beside his bed Before he'd sleep. To follow the example was ment for me the bible on his lap even though He couldn't read.