Chicken, fried,
and collard greens,
with bacon and onions,
a pinch of sugar and salt.
Sweet Tea,
brewing in the sun,
and homemade pies cooling,
in the springtimes window.
The smell of cornbread,
baking up golden crisp,
buttered and honeyed,
a *** of pintos bubbling.
Children run and play
in their Sunday's best,
while mother's fuss,
about not getting *****
Ham, and blackeyed peas,
green and congealed salads,
all brought out,
red and white checked cloth.
Sunday lunchtimes,
after church,
potlucks of yore,
I miss the desserts.
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
Chicken, fried,
and collard greens,
with bacon and onions,
a pinch of sugar and salt.
Sweet Tea,
brewing in the sun,
and homemade pies cooling,
in the springtimes window.
The smell of cornbread,
baking up golden crisp,
buttered and honeyed,
a *** of pintos bubbling.
Children run and play
in their Sunday's best,
while mother's fuss,
about not getting *****
Ham, and blackeyed peas,
green and congealed salads,
all brought out,
red and white checked cloth.
Sunday lunchtimes,
after church,
potlucks of yore,
I miss the desserts.
