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The Old Lunch Wagon

Subject: The Old Lunch Wagon - Remembering my Mother as she use to use an Old white car to bring us food and it was so long in the front end we would eat off of it there in the fields.


The Old Lunch Wagon
by Fred M. Lassonde

Years ago now as a younger man

toiling in the field doing what I can

tending the soil was the main toil

breakdowns and weather could foil

all endeavors to get the crop in

a crop unseeded was terribly akin

to being without money to pay your bills

the thought of this left us no thrills

so work hard and long thats what we did

Planting was tough but we did not kid

Harvest was next after the crop grew

equally hard work and so much to do

Seeding and Harvest a Season complete

All this so many people could eat!

But eat we workers also needed to do

and so heartily and in a hurry we ate too

The old lunch wagon would come around

with Cook, water and grub it did abound

I see now we were like that lunch wagon in a way

for we sent forth the food that people ate everyday

©Fred Monte Lassonde, 2010

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