Progress has a price,
That came with high cost...
The old country stores,
Forever now lost.
 
The store had Wash boards,
And horse harness too...
That smelled of new leather, 
Not sweaty but new.
 
There was muslin and thread,
With needles and pins...
Rick rack and some lace,
Bolts of cloth without end.
 
Flat irons and starch,
With some bluing too...
To make one's clothes white,
And sparkle like new.
 
Lye soap for the laundry,
Sorted with care...
Water heated in a boiler,
That had been bought there.
 
There was sugar and flour,
And spices  to flavor...
Lotions and pills,
And tonics to savor.
 
With a pot belly stove,
To chase winter's cold...
Chairs for just resting,
As stories were told.
 
But in time came Progress,
With bright neon lights...
Stores full of new products,
A shopper's delight.
 
The country store struggled,
As it tried to compete...
With the big stores that lined,
Both sides of each street.
 
The old store has weathered,
Like some aged face...
As Progress moved in,
Took over its place.
 
An era is gone now,
That some of us knew...
The old country store,
Replaced by the new.
 
Generations have missed,
And never will know...
The old country Store,
When living was slow.
 
  07/27/08  Loree (Mason) O'Neil
 
Midi playing is:   Elvis 009
 
 
 

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