the man’s face was bizarre
He looked like a cartoon that had come to life.
I could not stop staring at him during parent teacher conferences
His son, who looked just like him, acted just like him too.
The water does not spill far from the slammed washtub.
The Mad Hatter wears a cape
velvety smooth and perfect
He walks with a diamond tipped cane
with white and black pateint leather
shoes.
Gold laden braclets and chains
carrys a silk stotch guard napkin
that repells stains.
hair slicked back
Man dudes flective
Smiling and grinning
at fellows and foes
with two bouncers to
protect him
He made his wealth from
palladium
he once was a preacher
and a scientist
who created a creature
the Scarecrow
he made this creature
sounds like a film
the main feature
he mock the poor who rejected
his science
gave wealth to the flock
so they'd be in compliance
there lands and there deeds
I will wear the crown
like a well respected man said
"aint Nobody can stop Me now!"
Chocolate, horses, barrels, mud
Hair, coats, paint, shoes, rocks, flags, washtub
Dried old leaves with dead flower bud
Brown is with us
In pasture Jersey chews her cud
Near bull's mean cuss
The Hoe Down Show Down
Old Grandpa tune his fiddle with pride.
Uncle Joe on the old banjo
Dad he was willing to go on the old washtub.
I had my spoons in my hand ready for the old showdown.
In walked the Matfields with a smile on their face.
Thinking this hoedown was their place.
It all began in one face pace song after song and the dance was right on a faster pace.
Orange Blossom special was the Matfeilds last song.
But old grandpa had one more to be done.
As the cheer rang out old Rocky Top began to play.
The place jumped with joy and began to perform with pride.
Because old Rocky Top Tenn is our home town you see.
The Matfields hung their heads and gave a smile in defeat.
They lost a hoe down show down in Rocky Top Tenn.
Gram, today we celebrate your birthday, so I decided to write you a poem
To tell how you were like my second mother, and your house, my second home
Many precious memories; my earliest one is sitting in the washtub taking a bath
Making cookies from leftover pie dough, sneaking over to see you by crawling on
the path
Meals at the picnic table, gliding on the porch swing on a warm summer night
And when Gump came home from work, how I loved to jump out to give him a
fright
Many hours of playtime I fondly recall; under the steps, I was in a plane flying high
Playing house in the yard with three rocks for my chairs, herding toy horses, as
the hours passed me by
Thanks for all those holiday meals, for encouraging me to read God's word when
I was young
Just for being such a wonderful grandma, giving me so many memories to
cherish in the years to come!
Love Always,
Tina
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