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Things Change
Come here child, look at this,
I swanny, this dogwood
Ain't had a decent bloom
In nigh on five years now.
I reckon some things change.
Dear, that's a sign for sure
I 'spect we'll have some corn
Not like the summers past.
When dust was all there was
To move with rake or hoe.
Tweren't much rain in them years.
The forest here about
Was dry as tinder set
Beside that old black stove.
Lordy, we was lucky
It had no mind to burn.
Back when I was your age
Two hollers over flared
And killed a family there
By the name of Warton,
Four generations too.
Some things change I reckon.
Child, have you seen the like
As this here rain we've got?
When I was first married
Sadie fork over flowed
And purt near drown the town,
Middleground, you know it?
'Course you do, your pa stayed
When me and paps moved here
Way back in sixty-three.
I reckon some things change.
Listen dear, hear the rain?
Sounds like bacon fryin'
When it hits that tin roof.
Always did like that sound,
It'd put me to sleep
And I'm about to yawn.
My, but ain't that dogwood
Prettier than ever?
Some things change I reckon
And some things stay the same
