In the midst of the community,
The old church house stood.
Weather beaten and worn ,
Peeling paint and moss covered brick.
Once the heartbeat of the country side,
This old church was very much alive.
Families dressed in their Sunday best,
Traveled for miles to join in worship.
Fifth Sunday was the best of all,
After the preaching came the food.
Gathered together on the old church lawn,
Waiting impatiently for grace to be said.
Fried chicken and fresh cooked vegetables,
Straight from the local gardens.
Ice tea so sweet you could drip honey,
And lemonade so sour it would make you shiver.
Neighbors catching up on the news of the day,
Children laughing and playing tag.
While others went to cemetery,
To say hello those who were gone.
Back into the church,
Once more for the day.
Window’s raise high,
To let in the sweet summer breeze.
They all joined together,
Singing hymns of worship.
Voices so happy, so joyous I swear,
You could see the notes dance out the windows.
As I walked up the steps of this old church,
The memories all came flooding back.
A time so long ago,
But it seemed just like yesterday.
As I stood in the door, I saw it over in the corner.
I walked over, opened the window,
And began to play….
“Amazing grace how sweet the sound…”
A contest entry
- Country Folks by SummerlandRayne.
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Bronze trophy winner
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Thank you guys so much for your comments.
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tward be as angel guide such loving words...
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-Jas
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Wow, fantastic imagery used here
And the perfect length to, not to short that you are begging for more and not to long that you fall asleep :L
But amazing writing and good luck with your writing in the future, may it be as fantastic as this is now
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Well done with this. I agree with the others that the picture you paint is very clear. I can imagine every detail of the scene from what you've written. Love this write.
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Oh my...what sweet memories flood my mind as I read your words. This is a poetic reminder of my blessed childhood times as well. My grandfather was a Nazarene Minister. We always had "Sunday dinner on the grounds." I adored every word here...Thank You!
Az
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oh wow...the end of this totally gave me chills...fantastic...the picture is flawlessly clear...this write ingites the senses...i can almost feel the breeze and smell the feast...so well done here...love love it
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