Dine And Dance Pickup trucks at the hitch 'in rail Wrangler jeans and ponytails, Cowboy hats and shined up boots Short plaid skirts on ladies cute. Children running here and there Babies carried with tender care, The workweek is finally done, It's time some fun was begun. Folks gather for a potluck dinner, Desserts are blue ribbon winners, They'll clear the floor after the meal Making room to dance a lively reel. Saturday night at the grange hall Ain't no fancy downtown ball But a good time will be had by all As an old square dance is called. Fiddlers play 'in loud and clear Welcome farm families here, With a banjo and bass guitar They bring 'em from near and far. They come to meet and greet And shuffle their aching feet With neighbors from all around This dusty little farming town. The happy night draws to a close And tired families ready to go, As the fiddler plays a last waltz tune They'll go home under harvest moon. ©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 02-07-05 Return   Poetry By Ken Guestbook   Email Ken To send this page to someone