Color US Whole

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A poetic snap-shot of a family and the place they hold in America.

Submitted: May 04, 2016

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Submitted: May 04, 2016



Uncle Oink has a Pig Farm in the valley

And Cousin Wilber has a dairy down there too,

Auntie Myrtle, she's a growing corn and wheat

And naughty Grandpa has his still to make his brew.


Mama keeps chickens and some turkeys

And Papa, he does whatever he can do.

For awhile he was working' for the railroad

Until he dropped a switch-man's hammer on his shoe.


I go to school in an old one-room schoolhouse

And I work around the farm when I'm told.

My two brothers, they're working in the oil fields,

They call them Ruff-necks; at least, that's what I'm told.


My sister, she married Fester Parker,

He has a garage at the south end of town,

She's the Boss instead of the Secretary,

You know, when Fester's not around.


This is just a snap-shot of our country,

We are just a smidgen of this country's sole.

We are pieces of this mighty puzzle

And without all its pieces, nothing's whole.



D. Thurmond / JEF  ---  02-28-2016

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