i am the old farm house, <br />the iron skillet, and the well. <br />the mule and the plow, <br />and momma's family Bible. <br />i am the single shot.22, <br />squirrel dumplings, <br />and strawberry pie. <br />i am collard greens, <br />pintos, and cornbread. <br />i am the field plowed, <br />wood cut and stacked. <br />jars of green beans <br />stacked on the shelf. <br />i am the work hardened hand, <br />and the gentle touch. <br />i am the simple things, <br />that cant be bought. <br />i am generation after generation, <br />footstep after footstep. <br />the prayer of scrubbed faces, <br />and saturday night pickin'. <br />i am the day it all ended, <br />the day the bank came around... <br />the day America died!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-day-america-died/
