COUNTRY BREAKFAST
A real country po'folk's breakfast
Is in these days quite rare,
It's certainly not your typical
Bacon and eggs type affair.
There'd be crispy fried chicken,
WIth all the parts there to eat;
The usual ones represented,
Plus the neck, back and feet.
There might be some country ham,
But not the thin sterile kind;
It's the thick, salty slices
From the smokehouse you'll find.
If you're lucky, there's rabbit,
From a recent hunt trip;
With juicy, brown gravy
That drips from your lips.
There would probably be rice,
With sugar and butter of course;
And big chunky biscuits
That could choke any horse.
What goes in the middle,
Is anyone's guess;
Some molasses or syrup
Would sure pass the test
But, most want preserves
From the cook's vast store;
From the past summer's canning,
In flavors galore.
The milk would be powdered,
And straight from a box;
There's likely no juice,
Until opportunity knocks.
But, we all know one thing
That's sure to be had;
It's a jug full of Kool-AId,
And the flavor is
Red
2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
from Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia -A Life in Poems
