BACK TO TH’ GOOD OL’ DAYS
by Donna Penley When folks get together, they seem to rotate toward remisniscing about ‘the good old days’. Here’s what I think of that! Sometimes th’ conversation turns to what we’d like to do With our lives as they now stand -- Do you do that too? But, ya know it kind of irks me when I hear some young guy say That he’d like to go back an live in the ‘good ol’ days’! Yeah, it’s made some of my livin’ -- writing poems about times past But when I hear some young whippersnapper say that, I say “Whoa, buddy. Not so fast!” ‘Cause ya see -- I remember hand pumps. No hot or running water An’ icy freezing’ bedrooms at night, an’ diving like an otter Into a horse tank for a summer bath. Lye soap made by Mother Stirred by us kids in th‘ back yard. An’ fightin’ with my brother. I remember sleepin’ on a screened-in porch in summer, tryin’ to keep cool An’ home-made haircuts in th’ kitchen while perched upon a stool I remember drafty outhouses with th’ breeze a blowin’ through Sometimes we had toilet paper -- if not, Montgomery Ward would do! Oh --- it wasn’t all that bad, I guess. I remember catchin’ fireflys in a jar Swimmin’ in the fishin’ hole -- wishin’ on a star Listnin’ to th Opry on the porch with th’ neighbors gathered ‘round Strummin guitars, sing-alongs. An’, Saturdays we’d go to town But, it still kinda gets my goat when I hear some young person say That he’d like t’go back an’ live in the ’good ol’ days’ I just look at him an’ smile an’ say -- “WELL, BUDDY -- I DONE BEEN THERE!” Protected By Copyright
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AuthorDonna Penley is a Cowgirl Poet with deep Kansas roots who has been writing cowboy poetry for over twenty five years. She is a real Cowgirl and an ex-barrel racer. Archives
March 2017
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