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Memories of the Farm

Poetry By: Ava Rosien

Memories of summer's spent with my grandparents on their farm. As a child, their farm was a wonderland for me. I cherish the images I can see in my mind when I think of my grandparents now.

Submitted:Feb 23, 2013    Reads: 95    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   

In the house where in my childhood spent;

many hours in happiness and was content

now sits empty; bereft of ones who made it so.

Memories all that's left; from days long ago.


Smells of an old wood stove; a rooster's crow;

waking me in the early morning from below.

In dormer room I slept in soft pillowed bed;

where aunts had before me laid their head.


Came grandmother's call "To rise and shine"

I rushed to the kitchen on her food to dine.

Hot biscuits, eggs and bacon, fresh milk to drink;

weakened coffee she allowed me with a wink.


With grandfather to the old weathered stall;

to milk the cow; for horses some grain to haul.

Fed the chickens; slopped the hogs and returned;

so the cream by grandmother could be churned.


All these things are memories now held dear;

of summer breaks on farm in younger year.

Standing before the house now in sad decay;

thankful for the memories of a better day.


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