That Ole Toe Sack

It hangs on a nail in the old smokehouse

An ole toe sack that’s tattered and worn

Placed there for a reason and it's held up well

Especially, during the days of carrying corn 

I can still see him in his overalls and cap

And that ole toe sack slung on his back

Loaded for barrel, heading for the gristmill

 Fresh cornbread for supper, nothing did we lack

When it came time for the harvest to begin

It carried everything that was put there to grow

There was nothing left behind or forgotten

Walking ever slowly back and forth, to and fro

It carried many big taters dug from the patch

Straight to the tater hole and buried in the ground

There was many a sack full of cabbage each year

 The uses for that ole toe sack continued to mound

When the cold, wind blew, it carried in the kindling

That started the fires to knock off the cold

Hued from the pine knots on the side of a tree

He’d turn it wrong side out and use it twofold

It seems some things are never meant to last

Awe, it so often brings a big smile and a sad tear

Knowing fully well those little apples on the tree

Would surely be picked and used every year

Today that ole toe sack is still hanging on a nail

Left behind as a reminder to all that opens the door

In my mind I still hold on to that cherished picture

And it’s slung over his back like always before

© Susie Swanson, 2014

Happy Wednesday to Ya'll. It's a rainy day in our little neck of the woods but can't complain. We've had beautiful weather for the past week.  I haven't been on here much lately and haven't been writing to much either. This is all I could come up with this morning. I'm still ailin some but hoping for some news soon. Many thanks for all of your prayers. They have surely been felt in more ways than one. God Bless each of ya. Blessings, Susie