They called it an icebox, In our day. The iceman brought it, On a wagon of hay. The wagon was pulled, By a horse named Nellie. The iceman would sling, The ice from his belly. Up on his shoulder, A block of 50 pounds. He would carry the ice, With a pair of tongs. With that heavy load, He would have to walk. A long, long way, To our ice box. It would only last, For a couple of days. The ice sign in the window, Means he has to stop today. It was in the 30's, When I was just a boy. To see that iceman, We would jump with joy. He would chip us some ice, In the summer heat. To us poor kids, It was a real big treat.
Reason for writing:
A little sentimental remeniscing.
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