Granny's stockpot
half full of water
broth from last night's roast
and the ends and trimmings.
Waste not. Want not.
Several new red 'taters
dug fresh from the garden
and a quart jar of those
'maters we put up this summer
Five bright orange carrots
scraped and cut into chunks
and a whole onion
chopped.
(...hold that match between yer teeth
and ya won't bawl none...)
Oh an' hand me a wedge
of that cabbage, too.
Open a quart of those green beans
an' toss me three or four
of those roastin' ears.
And we'll spice 'er up sum
with savory and such...grow'd in
the basket outsides the porch.
Yep...she's boilin' good now...we'll just
cut this corn off and let 'er simmer a spell.
Sis, reach me down the flour
might'n as well raise a round loaf
while we're waitin'
We gots the butter.
