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In old Virginia so very dear.
From oceans view to mountains high.
The pastures green and clear blue sky.
Farms are fading but my mind recalls.
The silos grand and the wooden stalls.
My favorite place that swimming hole.
Memories recalled within my soul.
The old John Deere with its putt putt sound.
To that home place my mind is bound.
I hear the sounds just at dark.
The crickets chirp and the dogs would bark.

A drink from the spring its water sweet.
Running free, no shoes for feet.
The fresh plowed sod, the fields of hay.
My mind reflects a better day.
The mercantile, the old drug store.
A dollar spent would buy you more.
The kindness shown by neighbors there.
When hard times came they all would share.
A Virginia farm, our old home place.
Most are gone without a trace.
Here within my mind they'll stay.
In old Virginia where I work and pray.
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Old Virginia

Contributed by Gentlemanpoet on Monday, 31st July 2006 @ 06:00:24 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Where I was born, my roots are here.
In old Virginia so very dear.
From oceans view to mountains high.
The pastures green and clear blue sky.
Farms are fading but my mind recalls.
The silos grand and the wooden stalls.
My favorite place that swimming hole.
Memories recalled within my soul.
The old John Deere with its putt putt sound.
To that home place my mind is bound.
I hear the sounds just at dark.
The crickets chirp and the dogs would bark.

A drink from the spring its water sweet.
Running free, no shoes for feet.
The fresh plowed sod, the fields of hay.
My mind reflects a better day.
The mercantile, the old drug store.
A dollar spent would buy you more.
The kindness shown by neighbors there.
When hard times came they all would share.
A Virginia farm, our old home place.
Most are gone without a trace.
Here within my mind they'll stay.
In old Virginia where I work and pray.

Copyright © Gentlemanpoet ... [ 2006-07-31 06:00:24]
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Re: Old Virginia (User Rating: 1 )
by Ruby2sdy on Monday, 31st July 2006 @ 06:28:27 AM AEST
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this poem paints such a beautiful picture, it's such a shame things can't stay the way they once were, the same things are happening over here in the uk, nobody appreciates the old anymore, 2sdyx

Re: Old Virginia (User Rating: 1 )
by lillyjane on Monday, 31st July 2006 @ 04:35:19 PM AEST
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Things change all the time but you have your memories, brilliant poem really enjoyed reading it. xxx

Re: Old Virginia (User Rating: 1 )
by Shmokin on Tuesday, 1st August 2006 @ 07:43:33 AM AEST
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Nice imagery, i had a vision of Tom Sawyer in my head as i read :-)
thanx for sharin :-)

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