House Flies

In long days before,
When we were poor.
So like we are now,
And even more.

Screens were not on the doors,
For our kids and kin.
Right from the barn-yard,
The flies would come in.

In the cool of the evening,
The ceilings would be black.
And to drive them out,
We'd beat with a sack.

And we'd wave a leafed branch,
Over the food on the table.
So to light...with germy-feet,
They weren't a bit able.

And now...it is so good,
To over the years glance.
And see we've improved,
And how we've advanced.


E.P. 1908 - 1989