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Array ( [sid] => 110963 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Childhood Memories [time] => 2005-12-05 16:20:26 [hometext] => Just recently purchased the farm house I grew up in. This poem was written from days past, on the farm. [bodytext] => Grew up on a small farm
with memories often sweet.
Tire swing in the front yard,
hanging from a strong branch
on an old maple tree.
I used to hug that big ole' tree...
Always a true and trusted friend to me.

Lilacs of different hues,
their sweets scents did abound.
Spireas with tiny white bouquets
gracefully drooping to the ground.

The old red barn sits
out my upstairs window...
A pond down the field road...
surrounded on one side by
Mulberry trees.
All this around me
I treasured and loved.

Fine memories of working hard...
Driving tractor
Bucking bales
Gigging frogs
Fishing until sunset came.
Washing my hair in the metal tub outside
where we collected rain.

Broad shouldered tomboy, I was.
Strong minded girl.
My mother would say...
"you work better than a man"
Snapping beans
Shucking corn
Using the scythe
Out in the hot sun all day
skin browned...body lythe.



Laura Horner
2005


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Childhood Memories

Contributed by deadheadpoet on Monday, 5th December 2005 @ 04:20:26 PM in AEST
Topic: Nostalgic



Grew up on a small farm
with memories often sweet.
Tire swing in the front yard,
hanging from a strong branch
on an old maple tree.
I used to hug that big ole' tree...
Always a true and trusted friend to me.

Lilacs of different hues,
their sweets scents did abound.
Spireas with tiny white bouquets
gracefully drooping to the ground.

The old red barn sits
out my upstairs window...
A pond down the field road...
surrounded on one side by
Mulberry trees.
All this around me
I treasured and loved.

Fine memories of working hard...
Driving tractor
Bucking bales
Gigging frogs
Fishing until sunset came.
Washing my hair in the metal tub outside
where we collected rain.

Broad shouldered tomboy, I was.
Strong minded girl.
My mother would say...
"you work better than a man"
Snapping beans
Shucking corn
Using the scythe
Out in the hot sun all day
skin browned...body lythe.



Laura Horner
2005






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Re: Childhood Memories (User Rating: 1 )
by OzChick on Thursday, 8th December 2005 @ 04:10:56 AM AEST
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I've enjoyed this poem describing farm life, sounds like a great place to be a kid.
~Jenny~


Re: Childhood Memories (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 26th April 2006 @ 10:39:39 PM AEST
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I love this one, Laurabeam. Great imagery. Thank you for taking us on your little trip through "Childhood Memories".

Loves ya'.

Tim
:-)


Re: Childhood Memories (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 16th May 2006 @ 01:08:43 PM AEST
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(((((Laura))))) oh my yes.. we had the rainbarrel too... and ok, the metal tub... filled with water for our cow.. was also a washing machine, a bath tub.. a swimming pool for us... and a picnic basket, whatever you used it for.. it was so useful.. that silver shining metal tub.. I think we even used it once for a snow sled lol... put a rope on the handles lol.. oh my, you complete poem.. we can talk.. this is also my growing up on a farm as a small little girl ... coming to the land of milk and honey.... RL


Re: Childhood Memories (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 6th August 2006 @ 06:37:16 PM AEST
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Oh Laura .. I LOVE this. It took me on a little trip down nostalgia lane ..
to my grandparents farm when I was but a wee child. How I loved
the creek and all those slippery frogs .. the firefly catching at night ..
helping feed the animals and collect the eggs .. beautiful piece
hun .. thank you for the smile. : )

~MG


Re: Childhood Memories (User Rating: 1 )
by Ramfire on Monday, 23rd April 2007 @ 12:42:42 PM AEST
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Fine memories. Do you still drive that tractor?
Good old maple tree!
Ramfire




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