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The Old Grindstone

Story ID:7756
Written by:Monte Leon Manka (bio, contact, other stories)
Organization:retired
Story type:Poem
Location:Hemet CA USA
Year:1930
Person:Chelsea Kansas Kid
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The Old Grindstone

The Old Grindstone-----


Uncle “Ves” pedaled that grindstone

In the shade of a Mulberry tree

Sharpening the sections on a sickle

For his Mule drawn mowing machine



With water dripping steadily

On the grinding stone

To keep the sections cool

That he was grinding on



Old “Billie” our Collie dog

Lay sleeping in the shade

While our old Maltese cat

Was chewing on a grass blade



When every section was razor sharp

Later in the day

He put the sharpened sickle in the mule drawn mowing machine

Tomorrow we will make hay



That foot pedaled grinder

And Uncle “Ves’s” work

Make it possible to do the hayin

A job we couldn’t shirk.




Today, it seems so primitive

That old foot pedaled grindstone

Standing in the shade of those Mulberry trees

All alone.


Now the pedals are rusty and useless

I can still see Uncle “Ves”

Smoking that stinky pipe

While I was eating mulberry’s that were ripe



Another day in Chelsea

Another time and place

'Chelsea Kansans' moved

At a much slower pace.



Monte L. Manka 01-22-12