Down at the country store, Uncle Tad sold clove chewing gum.
It was his favorite next to a bottle of rum.
Aunt Bea always had cloves on hand.
Her favorite was to score and use them to cover her Christmas ham.
The cloves looked good and smelled even better.
The ham scent covered the house,
And roused, old Duke, the Irish Setter.
Sometimes Mama used clove oil for medicinal purposes around the homestead.
She was a saint and quite well read.
Thanksgiving and Christmas wouldn't be the same without the honored clove.
We all gathered round and gave thanks for our old kitchen stove.
God bless us all, and our country too.
Happy Thanksgiving & Merry Christmas to me and you.
© By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@msn.com)