It is days like this-
Overcast, cool, breezy-
That make me think of the potato soup
Grandma made before we left town,
And of us hunkering down at the table.
Even Uncle Phil came
In from the barnyards.
Our journey that night was long,
That winter was cold,
The world changed
And not all for the better
But we had that soup,
That day,
And we prevailed
Until the next.
George R. Pasley
October 16, 2018
Martin, TN
It is days like this- Overcast, cool, breezy- That make me think of the potato soup Grandma made before we left town, And of us hunkering down at the table. Even Uncle Phil came In from the barnyards. Our journey that night was long, That winter was cold, The world changed And not all… Read more
It is days like this- Overcast, cool, breezy- That make me think of the potato soup Grandma made before we left town, And of us hunkering down at the table. Even Uncle Phil came In from the barnyards. Our journey that night was long, That winter was cold, The world changed And not all… Read more