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Sunday Dinner On the Farm
To the memory of my Great great great Grandmother Esther Louise Arbuthnot
SUNDAY DINNER ON THE FARM
Gramma's cookin now, so set a spell
and you can bet we'll have her Sunday best
before the settin sun, and who can tell
what's on her stove--but it will meet the test.
Can't you just smell that fryin chicken now?
And you must know the gravie's fresh and hot
for pourin on them taters--I allow
a little more than I should have--so what?!?
The butter it just melts on bread so light
to compliment the vegetables we grow,
now if you know a life that's half as right
as this, you'd better make it yours to know.
And I will say the grace, to thank God for
what He has give--so He will give us more.
© RON WILSON ARBUTHNOT
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Copyright ©
Vee Bdosa
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