It's a great image. And thank you. I honestly don't remember ever hearing this song, and pokeweed wasn't something that popped into my mind when thinking about wild plants in a scene dealing (briefly) with Appalachian foraged cuisine. I'm thinking about working poke in among the pawpaws and maypops.
Everyday before supper time, she'd go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess of polk salad, and carry it home in a tow sack
Polk salad Annie, the gators got your granny
It's a great image. And thank you. I honestly don't remember ever hearing this song, and pokeweed wasn't something that popped into my mind when thinking about wild plants in a scene dealing (briefly) with Appalachian foraged cuisine. I'm thinking about working poke in among the pawpaws and maypops.