Old World WI

It was 1963, a trip to the country

Dirt floors in the kitchen, a smell of piss in the air

German was spoken, Grandpa was smokin’

This five year old would remember it until today

Old world WI, far cry from their land

Weathered & wrinkled these immigrant hands

The pope had just died, JFK had lied

There was nothing much to say, I just stared

You betcha we will, blood sausage swill

This five year old knew, nothing good for today.

Zeman and Euchre, a jug of beer

They were still family, rural white trash farmers

Ma moved to town, got a room her own

Worked in a butcher shop, a job she knew well

Old world WI, far cry from their land

Weathered & wrinkled these immigrant hands

It was 1963, before there was a dream

It was a family of six, and not a lot of smiles

Packers were alright, TV was black & white 

This five year old would remember it until today

This five year old would remember it until today

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

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