Green beans and new potatoes traditional summer fare
Green beans and mashed potatoes, I really do not care
Which way you want to serve them, or even which entree
Those tender strands of goodness cooked down in bacon grease
Served whole, or broken carefully, I savor every piece
Let’s talk about some cornbread heaped high upon the plate
With butter melting slowly down, best stuff I ever ate.
The slightest touch of onion with salt and pepper, too
I tell you folks, it’s heaven’s food sent down to me and you
So if you want to please my soul When my time comes to die
Just fix a “mess” of summer’s beans and I’ll bid this world goodbye.
Written by Joan Rowden Hart August 25, 2017 ©
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