I remember Sanka coffee
In cans of metal
And to go to the store
On your bike, you’d pedal
Groceries in the basket
Bouncing all the way
On the oiled, gravel streets
In the town those days
You had to be careful
Or you’d lose your load
And spill dinner’s makings
In the middle of the road
To our elders, respect
“Yes sir, yes ma’am”
Campbell’s Soup for lunch
Eight cents a can
Money was scarce
And appreciated more
When my sister lost a quarter
On her way to the store
She came home crying
Sure she was done for
Mom stopped her work
Took her by the hand
And retraced her steps
Scouring the land
They found the quarter
The groceries got bought
But I don’t think my sister
Ever forgot
At the Wittler gas station
Way back then
You paid two bucks for gas
And they’d give you two ten
The innocence of Fowler
Nothing rude or illicit
Is sadly now history
Goodness knows I miss it
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