Promises

Have we ever met a promise
that we cannot keep?

Down at the Cafe

Little towns are a fast disappearing scene. I don't mean a little town in the sense of its size, I mean the camaraderie and neighborly ways. Gone are the days when a stranger would help another in need with no thought of compensation for the deed. Gone are the days when a neighbor could walk next door, yell into the open door, "yoo-hoo"! and ask to borrow a cup of sugar.
Disappearing are the little cafe's where everyone knows your name and are always glad you came; the cafe's where the waitress knows you, your parents and your grandparents, and asks about them.
It's said that people will ride an elevator daily for 20+ years with someone who lives right next door to them and never find out their name.
That's why, when a good deed is performed, it makes the front page news; because it's a rare occurrence.
I wish my children could have grown up in those days instead of the hustle and bustle of today where everyone is in a hurry to get from Point A to Point B and don't care who they step on to get there.

Before the Feast

Did you ever stop to wonder
just how many turkeys lose
their fight to stay alive
in the days leading
up to Thanksgiving Day.

As you're sitting down to eat
with your family and your friends,
just remember there's a turkey
who has met its timely end.

Farmers raise them and sell them off
to markets, homes, and such;
they end up on our table
and we enjoy them much.

Along with mashed potatoes,
gravy, pies, cornbread and more,
we feast to celebrate the day
the pilgrims landed on this shore.

A turkey is just our way to celebrate
the freedom we have been given;
but what if the first meal had been a cow,
then there would be a lot of turkeys livin'.