Family Circle
At a round rest stop table
The usual can of pork
And beans, nothing added
To make them seem more
Than they were, was the
only side.
The mother prepared
simple
Bologna sandwiches, neat,
With no mayo or lettuce,
And the ordinary meal
Became a summer picnic.
It evolved into togethering
And they were like some
Westward pioneers who
stopped
Someplace near here to be
A family, with deep roots.
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