Revival Dinner

As the last prayer was said, all heads would bow,
Thinking they'd get first to the tables somehow.
Revival Sunday's covered dinner, always a dream,
Aunt Sikes fried chicken, fresh churned ice cream.

Southern home-made tater salad, fresh green peas,
I just hope and pray, they'll leave some for me.
Pigs rolled in the blanket, fresh corn on the cob,
Turn your head for too long, they'll all get robbed.

Creek catfish and corn dodgers,
Fried fresh by Miss Rogers oh so fine.
Hope there's just one deviled egg left,
When I get to the end of the line.

Fitting climax to a Holy day, we judge not mistakes,
Yet the preacher headed twice, to the red velvet cake.
All the ladies are huddled, talking bout' all them sinners,
What I remember most, those wonderful Sunday covered dinners.

by Barry A. Lanier

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