Along…the Mississippi River – Amidst Its….Quad City Curve Poem by James B. Earley

Some thought…he’d gotten high
….Though that notion…asinine
Cause Papaw…don’t even drink
…..His own……..fine wines

Why then…the fancy meal
…Master Chefs he’d outdone
Ham…turkey…all the fixins’
…Simply for a party…of one

If Papaw……weren’t high
Then…for goodness sakes
…Why all those delicacies
Ice cream…pies and cakes

You and I…may not be aware…
But Papaw knows what’s cookin’
….Though a bit…along in years
Don’t mean Papaw…ain’t a lookin’

Author’s Note:
Saga…of my esteemed brother, Charles L. Muscovalley (Papaw) - a widower, and winemaker of Rock Island, Illinois.