Smokehouse Poems - Poems about Smokehouse

... Three kids to a bed, two beds to a room, three rooms crowded with flannel long johns and wool socks. If I was lucky enough maybe they had only been worn by two or three brothers before me. ......Read the rest...

...Delta Dirt By Patrick Kelly I think back throu......Read the rest...

...October come with its shades of orange September ends Harvest moon once again Soon Silence in the Shushed Smokehouse Crackle of a hunters boot Through the trees Puff......Read the rest...

...Each sacred RightBrain is one of many DNA-RNA scripted WiseElders. RightBrain's first Word for perfectly humane, energy or nutrition, depends on exterior or interior perspective, resonantly co......Read the rest...

...Don't you see? Little Lamb! What the greedy wolves have done... Tagged and bagged the followers, they stray but they can't run Put them in the line-up so the biggest sheep can choose Which ew......Read the rest...

...Fort Clatsop is up and true, 50 feet square, with a smokehouse, pallisades, barracks and two gateways furnished from the aromatic and reliable wood of the great Fir trees, we keep busy by scraping......Read the rest...

...I squint just right And capture a memory almost forgotten Jars of fruit and honey fresh from hives Filling shelves in old smokehouse Home-made butter and molasses In her kitchen Waiting to smo......Read the rest...

...It was just an old smokehouse out near Gravel Switch The boards are all tattered, the roofs at a pitch But this tattered old smokehouse out near Gravel Switch Is so full of memories, my heart starts ......Read the rest...

...For all who have been wondering I'm from the hills of Tennessee I was raised a country boy And as hillbilly as can be My bathroom was an outhouse And I lived on an old dirt road We had no run......Read the rest...

...IT HUNG IN THE SMOKEHOUSE FOR YEARS ON END, JUST AN OLD BLACK COAT THAT NO ONE WOULD MEND. THE LAST ONE TO WEAR IT WORE IT IN DEATH, HE HAD IT ON WHEN HE BREATHED HIS LAST BREATH. MY MEMORIES OF ......Read the rest...

...Meat in my smokehouse a bit light, With the weather about right, One morning at first light, I headed to buzzard roost hollow, A leash on Brownie’s collar, But Brownie went crazy as a goose, ......Read the rest...

...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 coff......Read the rest...