I know Aunt Erie is there in Huckleberry Heaven,
Taking pies by the dozen from her celestial oven,

I myself never liked huckleberry pies,
But I know that they were good, from all the aah's and sighs

From everyone who ate them -- I preferred her pumpkin
Pies, equally superb, surely filled out my skin,

She and Archie went huckleberrying for days at a time --
Getting gallons of the fruit that everyone thought so fine,

I loved the Thanksgiving dinners Aunt Erie made -- so rare,
Christmas, too, the table was spread with savoir-faire...

I always liked the white meat of the big Tom turkey's breast,
But the pleasure of their company always made the day the best.

                                                         by D. Edgar Murray