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2 | Hattie's Boy
[*Descripton of a trip by George Prosser and his wife to see relatives in Tennessee.] |
HATTIE'S BOY
Our kids were grown and on their own,
And we had
a vacation, A new style recreation.
We’d head
back home to Tennessee
And visit
farms and places dear
We rambled into Knoxville soon
One sunny
Sunday morn,
To where we
both were born. Ma and I talked of days gone by,
Of wagon
trips to town. Of new things that we found.
We figured
that they'd go to church
And so we
idled on our way -
We missed
the road where we should turn --
But helpful
neighbors soon set right
We drove up
to the old church house,
And watched
the folks who gathered in
We hardly knew a single soul
The faces
were all new. To find an old friend true.
Well, Ma’s new glasses helped her out
She beat me
by a mile— Together all did smile.
The service was as years gone by—
My mind was
just the same; Of which I was ashamed.
They asked us home to dinner then.
Of course we
did agree, Wished many things to see.
Their only boy was full size grown,
And
eating was his stock in trade,
As
we walked in the door that day,
"I
haven't et since breakfast time,
Well, Ma helped in the kitchen;
Ben
and I held the porch, Because the biscuits scorched.
Ma
brought them in and set them down
Then Junior took his seat to say,
He
hogged a hunk of butter off,
And
stirred and mashed the mixture up
He
sopped the biscuits in the spread--
And
soon his plate was bare again.
There still were lots of biscuits left
So
filled his plate with butter gold
Just then his mother placed a plate
Of
chicken, fried, piled high,
The boy was stuck with a full plate.
I
tho't he'd lost the race, And drew another place
He passed his full plate to his mom
And
snatched her plate away.
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