It was Saturday morning.
Cows were milked and hogs were slopped.
We had put out all the hay
and went inside as we stopped
so we could go into town
to the weekly sale barn task.
I never knew why we went
cause I guess I never asked.
We watched them sell feeder calves
and milk cows and a bull.
They drove them into a ring
and I never found it dull.
The smell was not delightful
cows, manure and cigar smoke.
We went into the cafe
and we didn’t even choke.
Those sale barns are gone today
but I visit in my mind
especially the ambiance
of that café where we dined.
Fried chicken, gravy and beans
a meal for which I’d die
a roll and a great big coke
and ice cream on cherry pie..
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cows, manure, and cigar smoke.
My wife says I'm extremely weird - I happen to like all three of those smells! But as a young boy, I often jumped into pig pens to feed them, too.
And I really miss those 'good old days.'
You have lifted the veil and let us see the Larry boy!
Georg
Regis
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.