David R. “Poppa” Alexander
DINNER TABLES OF COMBAT
Because of the situation I guess
Seems a tree stump was best.
No fancy tablecloths were to be found
On most occasions we ate on the ground.
A feast of beans and franks
Was number one it one was to rank.
Maybe a can of peaches and a can of pound cake
To have a feast, from two or three meals one would have to take.
Sometimes there would be green eggs and ham
If you think I’m kidding I’m not I had rather have had Spam.
The dinner table of choice was a place to sit
With time after the meal with cigarette lit.
Most all will remember the cigarettes in the pack
Maybe some gum upon which to snack.
Toilet paper and that is about all
Couldn’t run down to the mall.
But I remember those dinner tables of long ago
And of the friends and brothers that we used to know.
Looking back on those times past
Those memories will last and last.
No linen or fine silver ware had we
But fighting we thought so our family could be free.
Those meals were good at the time
But now I’ll take momma’s cooking anytime.
©Copyright December 28, 2002 by David R. Alexander
Submitted for the January 2003 IWVPA Club Theme Project, “Dinner Tables”