The Little Country Store

The oak trees grew around it,

Casting shapes of dappled shade,

And behind it ran a little brook

In which we used to wade.

Built of frame and shingles,

It was a humble store,

But it stocked all we needed,

And perhaps a little more.

It had a porch with railings

And kegs to sit upon,

A lazy, twirling ceiling fan,

A quaint, old-fashioned phone,

The glass jars on the counter

Gave one a tempting view

Of brightly colored candies

An ginger cookies, too.

The old icebox had plenty

Of orange soda pop.

There were balls and jacks for children

And kites and shiny tops.

The walls were lined with bolts of cloth

And matching spools of thread.

There were barrels of red apples

And the smell of homemade bread.

Folks had a way of visiting

Beneath its friendly roof.

You could learn who just got married

And which baby had a tooth.

And if it was companionship

That you were longing for,

It was never out of season

At the little country store.

~ Grace E. Easley

Moreover, you are to provide

yourself with all the food that is

to be eaten, and store it away,

that it may serve as provisions

for you and for them.

Genesis 6:21