Cornbread Memories

Got the ax just a swinging, there is wood that needs stacking up.
Granny is in the kitchen making magic with what she bought.
Can hardly keep my mind on the chore still at hand.
Got a smell that is so good, makes the stomach rumble in any man.
Every time that screen door opens there is a new smell coming round.
I bet they can smell Granny’s cooking plum in to the next town.
It’s finally time for the dinner bell and hands are all washed and clean.
There is a big golden pan of cornbread, got my name on it, just for me.
Fresh cut green onions, sausage and pinto beans.
Dip that corn bread in some butter milk,
hold me back, oh so good, food memories!


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