Walking in a Farmers Footsteps

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About my life and relationship with my grandparents on the farm.

Submitted: December 15, 2011

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Submitted: December 15, 2011




“Childhood Memory”

Walking in a Farmer’s Shoes

By: Morganlee Cheatham


Lying, belly down, on her grandmother’s carpet, the day has begun

Elbows in her hands and knees bent up, she stares.

Stares at the birds that hum and flint past the windows,

Me-maw and Papaw’s farm.


Heavy heat coated the rocky hill

Climb up, climb down, pick it up, and pack it down.

Boots too big, but the lanolin will make them shine,

Sweaty face and dirty shirt she smiles.


Oval, round and striped melons

Lift with your knees not with your back

Row after row of striped watermelons,

A harvest begging to be picked, on the hottest day of summer.


Two steps to his one

A checkered farm shirt and trucker hat

A tiny hand in a farmer’s heart,

Farm life doesn’t wait.


No time for hugs

No time for kisses

Time to get up

Farming won’t wait


You’ve become older

I’ve moved away

More time for hugs

More time for kisses


Farm life has learned to wait.

I’ll never be to grown up for Memaw and Papaw’s hugs

Never to grown up for Memaw and Papaw’s love.






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