032110g Taste Of The West Poem by Manonton Dalan

sitting on a wooden rocking chair
listening to loretta lyn on the air
i would have been there for minutes
waiting for my lunch and two seats
one for me and for my daughter
crocker barrel, name they offer

as i open door, whiff touch my lips
bounce my nose, smell so sweet
scented candles best in the west
lying close by very beautiful quilt
finely stitch with flowers and bees
thick, padded for warm winter sleep

bees wax for your sensitive skin or lips
honey for your tea, or for sunburn itch
who could think of that, men from forest
i look around i saw some of dad's tools
antiquated but it does the job big or small
not forgetting frontier food, i eat 'em all