Memories born in childhood
from old familiar themes
in the fullness of our years
come alive in dreams.
I recollect with fondness
on days when it was warm
I walked a dusty country road
to auntie Hazels farm.
A narrow stretch of bottom land
with restless fields of green
that ran along the southern edge
of thinly wooded plains.
A muddy creek had left its mark
before the dawn of man
caused by frosty mornings
and the pitter pat of rain
On summer days my uncle plowed
before the sun was high
he tilled the soil with Zackie boy
a mule with one good eye.
His given name was Marion
Bud to those he knew
gracious and polite to all
common as the dew.
His father old as dirt itself
said nothing's ever free
and afternoons when quiet came
he sat and sipped his tea.
On Saturdays inside the loft
we'd shinny poles and jump
landing on the stacks of hay
mostly with a thump.
And other days we'd gather cows
and herd them to the barn
my cousin taught me how to milk
and operate the churn.
Much later when I stood a man
and left my youth behind
I traveled down some lonesome roads
drifting with the wind.
No matter though where e'er I go
from Nome to Mandalay
when cooling summer breezes blow
I'll think of easy days.
A contest entry
- ~ Precious Pearls ( Memories of Childhood ) ~ by everyone1.
525 points, ended September 2, 2008, 14 entries
Gold trophy winner
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A trip down memory lane,much like my youth growing up on a farm in Iowa!
Did all those things you mentioned too,guess our simple life has helped us mature into the individuals we have become.
Blessed... in many ways.
Thanks for the comment on mine and I can see why you earned the GOLD with this true jem.
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Another piece in your collection that has only to be read and endeared by a reader who will take the time to enjoy. It is not really that hard to bring joy to our lives, yet we all seem to want to write about sadnes and grief. I am guilty of this myself. You are a refreshing gentle breeze. RC
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How you put everything took me down a dirt road exspecting to see the farm .. Way to go on this write it sure was nice to read brought a smile on my face thanks for the share
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The bliss of the simple country life when things were so much simpler, alas they are gone in most of our world but we have our memories to keep us sane.
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So Cool, YesterYear
I can see you plainly as you speak to me. You did well my friend. Thanks for sharing some of YesterYear.
bj
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