Ten years and older

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My life 10 years old and what I learned from then on..

Submitted: February 27, 2009

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When we moved to the country I was 10 years old
I was unsure of what my part would be, so I was bold
The chores were all mine, so I began to see
I rose early to water and feed; they depended on me
Cold, hot, wet or dry no matter the color of the sky
Morning and night I never put up a fight, because they could die
I grew strong and so were the cows, the horse and the ducks
The geese were mated and the chickens were clucks
The hay needed hauled and the grass needed cut
The garden needed weeded and all around the hut
It was fun between all of that hard work
To fish in the pond and act silly and smirk
The neighbors had a pool, so I got to take a dip
The daughters were cute, but I never kissed on a lip
I learned a lot from the Vet when he came on a trip
We gave birth to some calves and he trimmed the horse hooves
I knew quite a few bird songs and ran really fast
When I remember I thought forever it would last
The pond used to freeze, so solid and thick
You could skate a lot and that was real slick
The summers were hot, the June bugs a plenty
The toads would be so fat and hang out under the yard light
Then the ducks would move in, man what a fight
If Dad worked night, when he came home
The next day the flat frogs would be shown
They did not move when he drove up the drive
So if they did not move they would not be alive
The ducks multiplied and grew up and had more
At one time I lost count and could not remember the score
There were only two geese; George and Martha were their names
You didn’t get close you didn’t stand near or you would learn the games
Martha would walk by slow and jealous George would go
Straight for you knees; a quick bite and give you woe
Nancy and Blackie were the two cows
The both gave us a calf, one a cow the other a bull to carouse
The horse was a draft, big and tall
She was grey and easy to get in the stall
King and Sandy were the two dogs
The pond bank had it share of muskrats and groundhogs
The winters were rough the summers were hot
I must admit I really learned about life a lot
My Dad and my Grandma were the most influential
They could make things clear as your sinuses when you breathe menthol
I miss them today and dream of them oft
And think of all the times I lay in the loft
As I grew older and I had less chores to do
I yern for those days of playing and all the ballyhoo
I guess you never do know what and how things will turn
Until you are old and close to being put in the urn


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