Mama's Old Recipe

tangled in a spinning wheel
this yarn has been spun  
shards from a kaleidoscope    
 cascading in the sun.
 
misty water-color  memories,  
of black velvet clouds  
and Grandma's old recipe  
 
shades of autumn flow  
with whimsical thoughts  
of cinnamon and almonds  
 
the smell of charred hickory  
and Grandma's old recipe  
 
wild mountain honey drips  
down the side of a cypress tree  
cool spring waters dribbling  
from a brook that's babbling  
 
cedar chips tossed on the fire  
blazing hot, with hell's desire  
moonshine on the mind,  
and Grandma's old recipe  
 
bootlegers, and belladonna,  
and ballad being sang off key  
Kentucky sipping whiskey  
making me so blind I can't see  
 
 
after a swig of
 Grandma's old recipe