Snippet from my Past
To my hometown of the sixties, I plunge in reverie,
recalling where I found myself in nineteen sixty-three.
Each fall, the biggest thing going - was going to the fair.
My town's the Sorghum Capital; cane fields still tassel there.
Talent contests, entering pageants, gave us identity.
I played piano several years; I won in sixty-three.
My embroidered pillow cases - the best of twenty-two,
the sorghum brownies I had made were chosen for the blue.
As a school project, I worked the cotton candy machine
and won a set of silverware the year I turned sixteen.
I tried out for Miss Sorghum Queen, but stumbled, it's no joke;
and later wrote that fable down - "The Fall My Zipper Broke."
Hawesville of fifty years ago defines this hometown girl.
Gracefulness found me wanting, yet God’s grace fulfills my world.
written April 2011, posted June 23, 2017
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