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Poem of the Week
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My Life Begins
Kee Post
Winter Haven
During the 19th Century my ancestors settled down
In the beautiful mountains of Virginia 5 miles from town
Acres and acres of choice land is what everyone saw
And a grant from the king had given it all to my Grandpa
He deeded some to his eight kids-plots up and down the hill
Kept an active farm for himself and an active saw mill
My Dad built a house on his share of the land
For his school-teacher bride who gave him her hand
My kids soon came along, numbering four
One boy, a namesake, and three girls to adore
Our Uncles with wives soon neighbors became
But for two married Aimts. All shared the same name.
Cousins by the dozens found fun in the creek
Played baseball and tag and even hide-and-seek
Of fa,o;u si,er [ocmocs. A;; were qiote fpmd
Sleigh-riding in winter and skating on the pond
All of our families shared the same things--
Outhouses, kerosene lamps, fresh water from springs
Its ice-cold mountain flavor holds memories untold
And Grandpa held the water rights-worth pure gold
Each family raised a big garden on the side of a hill
And ate healthy "veggies,' with canning jars to fill
Dozens of chickens furnished fresh eggs galore,
With plenty left over for Uncle John's store.
My Mama's fried chicken earned her County fame,
Her chicken and dumplings were loved almost the same
The men raised fat hogs and butchered them in the fall
We shared bacon, pork chops and Virginia Hams, loved by all
All had their own cow, leaving none to buy milk for
Our wild strawberry ice-cream was the kind you'd die for!!
Thus began my life in "Pot Likker Hollow"
Great things have come about in the many years to follow.
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