| Show LONGING FOR BOYHOOD dayse poet past remembers remember compensation foi foo hard work he had to do I 1 think I 1 id d slop the pigs the way I 1 used sed to do and bring in wood and hunt for eggs and bring the cowd 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 wash water and slid 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 I 1 id d like to milk the cows cos I 1 d like to man a cross cut saw and have a wild carouse with dad the other end of it to pull m me e through the log I 1 d love to curry off the team and feed the cat and dog and when I 1 id d got the chores all done and had 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 0 year I 1 d get my full of pie good home made mince and pumpkin pie and hens eggs newly laid salt bread and biscuits like the kind my mother made and good backbone and spare ribs too and cornbread spread with grease these things to have again would bring my spirit lasting peace and so I 1 id d like to slop the pigs and teed feed the critters too and churn and churn and chum and churn just like I 1 used to do houston post |
