Show LONGING FOR BOYHOOD DAYS poet remembers foi hard work he had to do j I 1 think id slop the pigs the way I 1 used to do and bring in wood and hunt tor eggs and tiring the cows home too and grease the wagon and hitch up the horses every day and water all the cows and calves and give the horses hay and pump a ash water and stay in an churn and churn while other boys down by the creek were having fun to burn I 1 d like to salt the sheep I 1 would id like to milk the cov s I 1 d man a cross cut baw and have a wild carouse with dad the other end ot it to pull me through the log I 1 d love to curry kofl the team and feed the cat and dog and when I 1 d got the chores all done and lad got through the rush I 1 d love to take a brush hook and go out and cut some brush I 1 d do these things again I 1 would and never heave a sigh for long about this time year I 1 d get my full of pie good home made mince and pumpkin pie and hen s eggs newly laid salt bread and biscuits like the kind my mother made and good backbone and spare too and cornbread spread with grease these things to have again would bring my spirit lasting peace and so id like to slop the pigs and feed the critters too and churn and churn and churn and churn just like I 1 used to do houston post |