We harnessed Molly up to the wood sled ,
she didn’t like it none at all.
When the cold wind is blowing outside,
she’d rather stay inside in her stall.
We cut down trees and haul them home,
chop them up for wood stove and fireplace.
It takes a lot of wood to get through winter,
and the farm work’s at a slower place.
We hardly ever get any snow at all,
but there was a few flakes in the wind.
Our cotton gloves were thin and old ,
our fingers so cold they’d hardly bend.
Dad said there was nothing between us,
Alask and the cold North Pole.
But a broke down barbed wire fence,
and I believed what I was told.
On our way we pass leafless giant oak,
like ghosts of what use to be.
The cold wind howling through them,
was scary to a little boy like me.
With leaves their so huge and pretty,
and such a beautiful sight.
But in winter there’s just bare limbs,
that make a lonesome ghostly sight.
P.N.
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This is a great read. It puts across the feeling of just how it was for you at the time. Kids really can be gulible and it was pretty cute what your dad said. Love how you made me feel the cold with your words. I could see the trees bending and swaying in the wind. I like Molly's attitude. I'd be with her and stay in the stall. The flow was beautiful. I have read this before and must not have commented at the time, but anyhow, I really love this and it is going to be bookmarked.
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Thanks lee.
Glad i don't have to do that again..
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I can relate to this in a way. We never had horses on grandpas farm but we had cattle, milk cows actually. I remember in the winter going out to the milk barn all bundled up, the snow crisp beneath out feet and the barn feeling almost as cold as the air outside. I used to worry about the cows getting cold and grandpa would assure me they were fine and if it got too bad he would keep them inside.
Grandpa was the greatest. I miss that man terribly.
I think you did a beautiful job on the rhyme and imagery here neighbor.
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Thank you. Its a shame most kids now don't get to see real life like that.
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Alaska
....and the cold North Pole. I've been to both and lived to return. The Polar Ice was full of the sounds of weather driven oceans tossing this rigid cover of white and causing country wide rifts to suddenly appear. Alaska the gem of the north. No other country boasts such a wide expanse of beauty, except Russia. Alaska with its mountain chain of splendor and a clear day smile that brings hordes of insects, bears, birds, and an occasional child...
Well written account. Memories from a childhood that must have been fraught with adventures and daring things to do in the wilderness.
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You can have the cold. Korea was the coldest place i'd ever been. We trained the ROK guerrillas and took them to Nam for OJT. and thats COLD.
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It is interesting how differently we tend to see the world and our surroundings when we are a small child, compared to how we view it as a grown up. Everything seemed bigger, and sometimes much scarier back then. This poem has amazing imagery, and I could imagine the wind whipping and howling through those bare and lonesome trees. Beautiful depiction from your childhood. Blessings, Patty
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Thank you Nicada. I havent heard from you in a long time.
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A wonderful read, I thoroughly enjoyed this write.
Great imagery...and wording..
I could sense the cold air, could picture kids blowing their warm breath onto their gloved fingertips in hope of warming their fingers.
Very well done.
All the best in the contest.
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We would put a cup towl over our head and tie it under our chin, to keep out ears from freezing off. hehe
Cold weather gear was what ever we could find to put on.
You eather worked or froze. hehe
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well, this is a familiar scene to me, one I grew up on. How I did and do still feel for those Mollies harnessed to their sleds. I like how you take this into the realm of the spooky woods because that is sure how I felt about them, growing up in the sticks.
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And its funny what your mind can dream up looking at them and listning to the wind, especialy when your alone. YIPPES !!
Thanks.
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I very much enjoyed reading this, my friend
I could envision your story in my mind's eye
Well done!
Wishing you the very best in this contest!
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Thank you my Angel. glad you liked it.
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Such an enjoyable read. Your imagery is amazingly well written. Gotta love it! I wish you all the best in the contest. 
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Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.
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