Web Pages By Elizabeth Genna
A post office in the rear Of a small country store The whole thing was run By a man named E.M. Moore. You could patch a flat in the rear In front you could buy gas. Mostly it was credit We had very little cash. He kept a roaring fire in the store In the winter time. You could buy a Pepsi and a Candy bar, both were just a dime. The bread was brought in daily And the mail by the same man. The store had no fresh meat But you could buy almost anything in a can. - E.M. was the postmaster ~ Denton, located in the east Arkansas hills. He was always sympathetic If we couldn�t pay our bills. Living on a ranch There wasn�t much to do. So we all meet at the store on Saturday Afternoon to spend an hour or two. That was in nineteen forty nine It�s all changed today. You wouldn�t know it ever existed, If you drove out that way. Each time I go for a visit I always wish that I could stay. But even if we could move back there would Be no post office and no general store. And E.M. would not be The postmaster any more.
