Color US Whole

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just a poetic fictional snap-shot of our country. Or is it?

Submitted: February 29, 2016

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Submitted: February 29, 2016

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Uncle Oink has a Pig Farm in the valley

And Cousin Wilber has a dairy down there too.

Auntie Myrtle, she's a grow'n corn and wheat

And naughty grandpa has his still to make his brew.

 

Mama keep chickens and some turkeys

And Papa, he does whatever he can do.

For awhile he was work'n' for the railroad

'till 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 work'n 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 many pieces of this mighty puzzle

And without all its pieces, nothing's whole.

 

02-28-2016


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