Bushell Poems | Examples

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.