Salat DaysA Poem by Michael R. BurchSalat Days “Nobody knows that it’s there, lad, or that it’s fit tuh eat “Don’t eat the berries. You see, the berry’s no good. “I’d boil it twice, less’n I wus in a hurry. He seldom was hurried; I can see him still ... Sometimes he’d pause to watch me running across the yard, He never grew flowers; I never laughed at his jokes about The Depression. Years later I found the proper name -- “pokeweed” -- while perusing a dictionary. “Well, chile, s’m’times them times wus hard.” © 2019 Michael R. Burch |
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Added on December 22, 2019 Last Updated on December 22, 2019 Tags: Depression, Grandfather, Salad Days, Poke Salat, Generation Gap Author
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