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Born and raised in west central Florida
The oldest of five total kids,
On Valentine’s Day 1953,
Dunedin is where I did live.

It is Sister City to Sterling Scotland.
And I am of Scottish descent.
I was named for Scottish poet Robert Burns.
The Bard’s rhyme in me won’t relent.

My daddy was a traveling carpenter.
Prefab houses were new in his time.
We moved into poor housing frequently,
One hundred moves haunt this memory of mine.

And while in my teens dad bought a farm.
I walked behind a horse pulling a plow.
In between neighboring orange groves.
My muscles from hard work did show.

Our chickens gave fresh eggs for breakfast.
The pigs gave us bacon and ham.
The skunks and the squirrels gave us trouble,
And my Collie herded cows on the lam.

In the evening we worked as pro roofers,
My brother, my father and me.
I handled the tar pot and heavy tar kegs,
For I was the strongest of all three.

I learned of hard work from my daddy.
I never heard him make a peep,
Of discontent when a job got the hardest,
But it makes me now walk in my sleep. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 76 [topic] => 21 [informant] => robert_edgar_burns [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
RAISED IN CENTRAL FLORIDA

Contributed by robert_edgar_burns on Tuesday, 6th March 2012 @ 01:59:00 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems





Born and raised in west central Florida
The oldest of five total kids,
On Valentine’s Day 1953,
Dunedin is where I did live.

It is Sister City to Sterling Scotland.
And I am of Scottish descent.
I was named for Scottish poet Robert Burns.
The Bard’s rhyme in me won’t relent.

My daddy was a traveling carpenter.
Prefab houses were new in his time.
We moved into poor housing frequently,
One hundred moves haunt this memory of mine.

And while in my teens dad bought a farm.
I walked behind a horse pulling a plow.
In between neighboring orange groves.
My muscles from hard work did show.

Our chickens gave fresh eggs for breakfast.
The pigs gave us bacon and ham.
The skunks and the squirrels gave us trouble,
And my Collie herded cows on the lam.

In the evening we worked as pro roofers,
My brother, my father and me.
I handled the tar pot and heavy tar kegs,
For I was the strongest of all three.

I learned of hard work from my daddy.
I never heard him make a peep,
Of discontent when a job got the hardest,
But it makes me now walk in my sleep.




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Re: RAISED IN CENTRAL FLORIDA (User Rating: 1 )
by dvtpdw on Tuesday, 6th March 2012 @ 06:07:52 AM AEST
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Like this very much. I'm from Cocoa, the beach, the cape. Your world was so much different than mine, but hard work rang the same. Need more of it today. Great work.


Re: RAISED IN CENTRAL FLORIDA (User Rating: 1 )
by CARAAAAA on Wednesday, 7th March 2012 @ 12:27:41 AM AEST
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nice




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