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
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