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Ode to a Mater

You grew up on a farm

So close to the sea 

That the dew brought salt

That made you tasty

From the home of your fathers, father before

Shipped to the world & my corner Store

Big boys, better boys or ones with beef hearts

Grown on Johns Island, no better place to start

Friend to the Dukes & homemade baked bread

As bacon and letuce dance in my head.

You're the King of the salad this much is true

with cucumbers, onions & cheese that is Bleu.

Whether topping Alfredo when visiting Rome

Or spicey fried green ones, that taste just like home.

Sauces & Stews the better you make

Salt, pepper and garlic sliced next to a steak

Both pauper & wealthy bow down to your charm

As east coast and west come to your farm

You make great food better wherever you roam

While proudly declaring Charlestons your home

Breakfast & lunch, served with sweet tea

On Grouper or shrimp and served by the sea

No finer companion to grilled chicken I know

Than johns finest creation dressed for the show

I'll carry you with me, wherever I go

Then write you love letters to tell the world so

If Summer is coming and the days grow long

Red fruit from heaven will soon be be my song

R.Sweat