Turnips and Corn Bread

When the summer days are waning and the air has just a hint

Of the coming chill of autumn, and you faintly catch the scent

Of a pile of leaves aburning, and you know what’s just ahead

Then your hungry soul starts thinking of fall turnips and corn bread.

There’s a pork roast in the crockpot, with potatoes on the side

And sliced apples swathed in butter, in a skillet they’ve been fried

With some sugar and some cinnamon, to the table you are led

Cause you know that supper’s waiting with fall turnips and corn bread.

Somehow I’m sure that round God’s table angels will be waiting there

With a smile of eager welcome as they point you to a chair

And they hand you a holy menu, full of items that you’ll be fed

And you’ll find that heaven’s manna is fall turnips and corn bread.

Written by Joan Rowden Hart, September 18, 2012

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