Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Old Days: Matheson Cove Style

Wood smoke spiraling like India ink
from a log cabin flips back
a page from the past.

Grandma Minnie bowed
over a quilting frame
pieced a Lone Star quilt.

Light ricocheted through
red-checked curtains,
sorghum syrup glittered

like gold on the kitchen table.
Grandpa Bob plowed a cornfield
with mules, raised a big crop.

Snowflakes twirled feathers
across Shewbird Mountain:
hog-killing at Thanksgiving.

Homemade sausage, rendering lard,
hams cured in the smokehouse.
Sunrise to sunset

mountain folks worked farms,
at harvest they held a hoedown
in the old red barn.

by:  Brenda Kay Ledford

Published in: Pancakes in Heaven,
November, 2016

Granddaddy Bob and Minnie Matheson Ledford

Hams cured in the Smoke House.

I hope all my blogger friends will have a very happy Thanksgiving with their friends and family!

It is indeed a blessing to blog with my friends.  I appreciate very much your visiting my blog and your kind comments.

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