Ham bone stripped naked,
Collards spun in the washer;
Southern Spring cleaning.


There’ll be hell to pay,
Somebody et’ biscuits;
Unleavened potluck.


You can keep your “facts,”
Lightning strikes from the ground up;
Grandaddy said so.


The lifelong neighbor,
We called him Uncle Daddy;
Honorific kin.


Summer winds don’t lie,
Polecats don’t mix with coondogs;
Quick! Close the windows!


Hot-blooded Baptist,
She done mooned the preacher man;
Bleached-blonde backslider.


Arkansas weather,
All four seasons in one week;
Bring shoes just in case.


Two ears and three toes,
I said, “Leave that critter be;”
Earl wouldn’t listen.


She forgets her name,
Pines, now tall, remember her;
They share the same roots.


Daddy was our rock;
Nobody knew but the dog,
That even stones cry.

Brandon Meeks

Brandon Meeks is an Arkansas native. He received his PhD. from the University of Aberdeen, Scotland. He serves his local parish as Theologian-in-Residence. He is also a fan of Alabama football, old folks, and bacon grease.


  • Thomas says:

    “You can keep your “facts,”
    Lightning strikes from the ground up;
    Grandaddy said so.”

    A lesson here from my own life, except the 2nd line would read, “Dynamite blows down, not up.”

  • Paul Yarbrough says:

    Sing a song of southron.


    These are absolutely wonderful.

    Here’s a one-liner in the same vein from Sen. Sam Ervin: “The second kick of a mule is not education.”

  • William Quinton Platt III says:

    Pines, tall, once swayed in her shade…

    Thanks…this is my great-granddaddy’s axe…two heads and three handles later…

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