Good Old Days Poem by Ima Ryma

Way back in great granddaddy's day,
He'd hook the oxen to the cart,
And head from the farm on his way
To town where there he could take part
In the selling of his produce,
And in the buying of supplies.
A time and place he felt of use,
And share some tall tales with the guys.
It was not often that he made
The trip to town where he could be
Content with wares and tales to trade,
Good feel in macho company.

And great grandmomma, she would smile,
Some peace and quiet for a while.