Grandma on the Farm

grandma on the farm

wearing a checkerboard


canning fruit

a life of cowboy


blue jeans

and calloused hands

fighting for the

Promised Land

grandma on the farm

the old days

and the

old school ways

daddy was a miner

coal gravesites

mine shafts and

Kentucky blue


water boats

and American flags

dogs that bark

and bacon n' eggs

for tired legs

apple jelly and

grape juice

grandma once

shot a Moose

wrinkled and weathered

hot dogs and mustard

grandma was a fight

died at 99

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Home Canning


The words dance at my tongues tip

And at the front of my brain

Just waiting to express

My joys, my pain


But they always keep dancing

Bottled, now they may be

My feelings want out

But they shall never be free



Written on

August 23, 2005 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This wasn't written about anyone, it was just how I felt at the time.

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