What the Wind Blew In
What the Wind Blew in
Fixin’ to get mighty cold he said,
As he laid down an arm full of wood and straightened the cap back on his head.
Y’all makes yourselves to home whilst I puts on some coffee and cuts up that pie,
Not sure what kind of pie it is just some berries she picked by and by.
Misses, she be a heck of a good cook, taken care of me for years now,
She’ll be in shortly had to feed and milk ole Bossy, that being our old cow.
Looks like y’all may have to stay with us till this old storm blows on by,
As he stoked up the old wood stove and thinking bout that pie.
Well I got plenty of hay in the barn and ma’s been cannin all summer, so we gonna be okay,
Gotta a deer hangin in the smokehouse and plenty cut up for today.
Venison stew for supper and a pan of ma’s biskits, good eat’ins all I can say.
Where’d you say y’all wuz headed for anyway?
Ain’t no use to worryin’ bout it cause you ain’t goin no where’s tonight,
May even be two, three days hopin’ that’d be alright.
Well there comes ma, ain’t she the sweetest little ole thing,
Reckon maybe I ought to go fetch a bucket or two of water down from the spring.
Sure nice havin company, yeah I put your horse and buggy in a stall back in the barn.
Yeah I fed him a bucket of oats just hope he don’t get into the corn.
When you get ready for bed just throw you a pallet down here by the fire,
See y’all come morning, outhouse out back in case you need to inquire.
Copyright © Ronald Bingham | Year Posted 2008
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