Overalls
Except for Sunday, my Pap-paw wore overalls anywhere he would go,
Dark denim bib overalls, to be exact, high back, not low,
He was a carpenter and a painter and they served him well,
He was a laborer, a craftsman, and anyone could tell,
With pockets all over to hold his tools with ease,
His overalls were worn and sometime patched at the knees,
Comfortable and durable, though, that was the plan,
He had a wooden tape measure stick that folded up like a fan,
And a flat wooden pencil, both I thought were so intriguing,
He got up before daylight and his job was fatiguing,
With a red bandana stuffed in the bib to wipe off his brow,
He would feed and milk the old jersey cow,
His pick-up truck was a manual step-sided Chevrolet,
I rode in the middle with the stick in my way,
Grandpa Harris wore Key Imperial brand overalls to do his trade,
He was an electrician and his style of railroad striped overalls were a lighter shade,
Coveralls, too, were a favorite of his; a signature look for him,
In fact, when he passed away, he was buried in them,
Now overalls, for children, are a favorite of mine,
Nothing is cuter than a child in overalls at the age of two months or nine,
OshKosh B’Gosh were perfect hand-me-downs, for our three sons,
In the summertime, without a shirt, they wore the shorts ones,
Then in winter, the long pants with a flannel shirt was adorable,
Except for during potty training, then they could be horrible,
But all-in-all, I’d say overalls have stood the test of time,
And this is where I’ll end my rhyme!
Tammy Harvey
Written: 11/21/2019
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