As a lad I went barefoot during the summer days.
Only entertainment we had were medicine show plays.
I only had bib overalls to wear,
And I might add I didn't have but two pair.
Saturday was going-to-town day.
We visited with neighbors and got the news this way
Sunday was the Sabbath, no work just church
And each Sunday, I was on my perch.
Sunday dinner was always something special...great
The Preacher usually sat with the first table..at my plate
He always picked his fill of everything
And sing the praises of mama's good cooking
I soon realized that there was a reason for this
That being, next Sunday's dinner he didn't want to miss
I hated to see him be assigned to another place
But I got my place back at the table..also, I said the grace.
Now after all these years, I smile with pride
When our grandson says the blessing, while sitting by my side
I look and listen and hear sayings..said again
Then I tell myself that these sayings come from where I've been
Funny how time marches to your drummers tune
I just hope that all this don't end to soon
In life one may not win the race, nor even place
But the important thing is.. you know your've been in the race.
John Hill