Where I Was Raised Poem by Conley Murray

I was raised in the hills of Kentucky.

The house most people lived in had no electric light,
and they used kerosene lamps for light at night.

The toilets were shacks way out back,
Sears-Roebuck catalogs were the favorite toilet paper on the rack.

An open fireplace was used for heat,
and at night the cold winter winds were hard to defeat.

Most men smoked a corn-cob pipe,
with tobacco that had been dried to a perfect ripe.

The schools were one room,
and they taught grades one through eight.

They used pot-belly stoves for heat,
and boiled potatoes with the skin on,
on the stoves to eat.

Those were the good old days,
and it is great to remember back where I was raised.