Best Sacks Poems

Life was hard in the money department
My parents had what was called a paid job
Just over basics it was evident
Someone else ate the corn, they got the cob

Life was grand, week to week we ate biscuits
There was sidemeat on our plate with syrup
The salt made...

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Mother was a genius when it came to recyclin' flowery flour sacks,
Durin' The Great Depression to provide duds for her family's backs!
With her trusty pedal Singer Sewin' Machine she turned out a horde,
Of decent apparel that we could ill afford from Montgomery-Ward!

In gym class I...

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My Father grew up on a farm many years ago,
they never had very much this I do know.
During the depression times were really tough,
clothes made from flour sacks worked well enough.
My Aunt had a dress, my father a shirt,
Father was just a little guy just...

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	Memories
	of
	Sugar Cakes & Flour Sacks
	Written: by Tom Wright
	9/1/99
	
	Sitting in prayer at Mothers door
	As she lay in deepest sleep.
	Her face, embedded with hand prints of time,
	Told of a life, upon reflection,
	That made me weep.
	
	Near her bedside death had crept
	Which would not be denied.
	Life hadn't prepared me...

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The flour sack, the flour sack!
To my childhood it harkens back...

With the flour at last gone
Mom would use it to sew upon..

Dish towels, aprons , and who knows what
No complaints, our mouths remained firmly shut!

I wouldn't, shouldn't say that we were poor
But  flour sack...

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Milk sacks here,
Milk sacks there,
Milk sacks now
Are everywhere.
Milk sacks right,
Milk sacks left,
Be they big,
Or be they small,
Heaven knows
I’ve seen them all
When on the streets
They point at me
And seem to hate
Their cotton shields.
Free lactose for all alive!
Oh my! How very kind.
Here is some bread,
Who’s got a...

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Flour sacks I remember you so well
full of golden grain, bran or flour
a slight but delightful musty smell
perambulating the atmosphere 

Sacks cut up for all sorts of things
cloth shoes and dresses even trousers
rough coats that did not keep one warm
scarecrows dressed in sacks 

Vegetables stored...

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Little Cartons, Little Sacks

 
The mug of tea I drank at six,
the tea that drives me to the train,
needs a refill. At my desk,
I don’t do much. I wait
for lunch when every day
I eat so much the waitress gawks.
She doesn’t realize the years
till supper. Then...

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she would shock
she would offend
but in the end 
make simple her thoughts
a straight shot of whiskey 
her anatomy and more
momma' say 
these sacks

this bosom she tell it
took boy-childs to men
took those hands and taught them
to answer the demands
of society and love

one day brother say
you blush...

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Oh, yes! I recall them well,
those pretty prints as flour sacks.
They only needed hemming
added to Mom's dishtowel stacks.

I don't remember dresses 
made from them for Sis or me.
Sewed together for table cloths,
they were pretty as could be.

They brightened the old kitchen 
when hung as window...

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the stearn bear
ate the bull
as meat unto idols
    (the idle mammals
              of mammon
         on fence road)
the bags of king Midas filled
...

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The old stone gristmill stood like a monolith,
its massive wooden wheel creaking and turning
dipping into the swift waters of a dammed-up creek.

Inside, everything was covered in a fine white dust 
amidst a cacophony of cogs, gears, and pulleys.
Most notably, there was a giant granite stone...

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Boxes, Sacks, and that Market
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Many boxes and sacks,
putting on my cart-
I'm out today.
Labyrinths of the world,
many isles to go,
items to value, sell or maybe even to buy,
in those markets kept in front of me.

I have a great stock to sell,
you know;
This one is love, lots...

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Tracks of yellow sacks

Harvested yellow sunshine to send on cart to others in sacks
A year started young with mud grey damp and ground full of cracks
Burrow for black soil rich within goodness a natural food to sow strong backs
Five months of weather stood the green...

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