Prairie life is hard for me,
coming her at just nineteen.
School marm in little town,
single men, in abundance found.
Hard working, farm families,
thirsty children, eager to please.
Twelve kids from six to eleven,
really, I'm in teaching heaven.
Nice folks I stay with now,
teaching me to milk a cow.
Saturday a dance in town,
I'm learning to make a gown.
My life's desire is met out west,
for a girl from New York that's quite a quest!
Author notes
silly little sing song...
A contest entry
- who might you have been in the eighteen hundreds? by Rheea.
2000 points, ended May 25, 11 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Really cute.
From what I hear this is pretty much the way it was. even the old maids got marriage proposals. I loved it. A very enjoyable read.
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an enjoyable read, the expansion west owes a large debt of gratitude to the school marms who educated the children. Well written.
Rory
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I am humming this =) love it
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Very nice, your portrayal of daily life on the prairie feels like a summer breeze. Very refreshing!
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