Beneath the maple tree,
Daddy cuts a watermelon,
Mama shakes salt.
In the Matheson Cove,
a Fourth of July picnic;
beneath the maple tree.
Ma and Grandaddy waiting,
Uncle Ralph roasting hotdogs;
Daddy cuts a watermelon.
The cousins spit seeds,
Harold swimming in Hyatt-Mill Creek;
Mama shakes salt.
The wagon trail
curving over mountain trails.
Fireworks erupt!
--Brenda Kay Ledford
This poem was published in "West End Poets Newsletter," June/July/August 2016
Granddaddy Bob Ledford and Grandma Minnie Matheson Ledford.
Poetry about the beauty, heritage and history of the Blue Ridge Mountains of western North Carolina appear on this blog.
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
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