Redneck Younger Days

 

 

I wish that I was down home back in the day,

Experience mattered money did not.

Back yard barbeques in a special way,

Our friends and family were all we got.

 

A twelve pack of Schlitz and jar of moonshine,

With KPRK on the radio.

Back when the Joneses we poor folk like mine,

We were going fast with no place to go.

 

Pen and paper on a Saturday night,

Five bucks buys coffee and a plate of fries.

Sitting at Martin’s café as I write,

Until this poet had red tired eyes.

 

I miss this poet’s redneck younger days,

Without fear setting the town ablaze.

 

07/30/2020

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

don't we all sir! don't we all ... so relatable my friend ... the Schlitz beer really struck a cord with me .. it was my Da's favorite ... tho not the same beer ..i also think of Shultz and Dooley ... family and friends and a couple bucks took young men and women to the moon and back .. ohhhhhhhh such reminiscing .. thanks for sharing my friend!
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[Lacey Sue]

Rednecks are the way to go all for that music it's the best

[Cherrie]

So fire up the cooker, smoke a hamburger or two sip a little lightening and let the lead fly.