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Grandmother’s stew pot


 

 

Granddad’s sitting in his rocking chair

Sipping whiskey from an old stone jar

Chewing tobacco and staring at anyone

who dare come near,

Grandmother chewing a piece of straw

Whilst standing by the kitchen door

Stewing pot bubbling nice and hot

It’s squirrel stew that’s in the pot,

Musket Hangs on the fire-place wall

The one that granddad used in the civil war,

Granddad can still hit the spot

Even with a single shot,

Squirrel and rabbit, in the pot

Nice and juicy really hot

That is what’s in grandmother’s stew pot

Thomas Sims

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at www.waterstones.com

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