The Day America Died

i am the old farm house, the iron skillet, and the well. the mule and the plow, and momma's family Bible. i am the single shot.22, squirrel dumplings, and strawberry pie. i am collard greens, pintos, and cornbread. i am the field plowed, wood cut and stacked. jars of green beans stacked on the shelf. i am the work hardened hand, and the gentle touch. i am the simple things, that cant be bought. i am generation after generation, footstep after footstep. the prayer of scrubbed faces, and saturday night pickin'. i am the day it all ended, the day the bank came around... the day America died!