The Good Life

                                                          Winfred and Verna Watson
                                                       Wedding day, August 17, 1943

             My parents lived on Lookout Mountain in Fort Payne, Alabama most of their married life. In 1993, I penned this amusing 'hill-billy' poem for their 50^th Wedding Anniversary. Much to their delight, their grandchildren (now parents themselves) sang their story to the tune of “On Top of Old Smoky”:

On top of Lookout Mountain

All covered with trees

Lives an old lucky fellar

He don’t even have fleas.

He was born down in Navoo –

A tiny little town.

He didn’t have hair then

And he don’t got none now.

He got hitched to his sweetheart

Way back in ’43.

She was purdy as a picture

And as sweet as can be.

A golden-haired beauty

With eyes baby blue.

She cooked him good biscuits

And creamed tators, too.

In time came three young’uns,

Two boys and a girl.

They played on that mountain,

And climbed trees like a squirrel.

They managed to grow up

With out too much fuss.

They say, “Paw shore is lucky,

To have great kids like us!”

Them kids had more young’uns,

Four boys and four girls.

Now they play on that mountain

And climb trees like a squirrel.

What more could you ask for

To have a good life,

Than bird dogs and young’uns

And a sweet purdy wife!

J

“He who finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favor from the Lord.”

Proverbs 18:22