The Church Cookout

It’s a time in life that I miss now, a when I helped the old folks dig the pit, split the wood and cook the cow, eaten fresh fruits and vegetables, sopped up gravy with bread cooked over a wood-fired oven, laid on old blankets in the green grass under the tall trees, chased friends around the pasture, drank tumbling water from the nearby creek, and laughed and laughed and then laughed some more, yet somehow finding my way home before the streetlights flickered, only to fling my clothes to the floor and my body on my bed.

Oh, youth!