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[title] => A Taste of the Past (Childhood Innocence)
[time] => 2002-08-31 18:30:42
[hometext] => Rewrite...
I had been born in city of Salem, Mass. then brought up in the rural Bucks county area of Pa, near the Amish communities, USA. I was very young, about 7yrs old. Loved it, played all the time on the farm, learned about pasteurized milking, butchering, raised a steer, only to find out he was going to be meat, not studding. Watched the cows bear their young, played ice hockey on the pond, and fell in quite a bit too!! Us kids walked half- mile to the end of the driveway, another mile up to the bus stop. We use to use our little book bags in the winter to sled ride down the mountain road. [bodytext] => I like to go back to the farm, A place I loved, full of charm, For a barefooted little girl, I had everything A world full of chickens, sheep, and cows, milking A small creek came thru the pasture, Wood sticks for fishing, yarn for string, chicken wire for a hook I sit for hours catching snapping turtles, well I mastered! Tall grass; flowers to lie in, counting shapes of clouds I took Swimming in the water, muskies nibbled your toes, Good clean fun it was, with my friend Mary Rose. Woods were an endless trail for me, The red fox seen each year with his family, Not sure who was scared more, I or the black bear, As I was initiated into the older kids hangout there! Tobogganing was a treat, about a half-mile up What a ride down, if you didn’t get a bumpy wallop! Ice-skating on the pond was a treasure We had it all to ourselves, what a pleasure Frogs, crayfish, salamanders, snakes too Insects, bobcats, wild deer, and raptors flew. It was a wild paradise, cultured life I knew This was no dream; this was part of my childhood Innocence of my youth, lived it so Would love to go back if I could, Escaping to my wild dreams pasts they flow. Amber Rose Yeager February 14, 2002 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 341 [topic] => 23 [informant] => Rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
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