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i remember so well
The scrubbed  farmhouse kitchen table
where all activities were held
From eating to colouring in,where jigsaw puzzles were made.
I remember the large open range fire
always burning, am sure it burned for 12 months of the year.

I can still smell the bacon, oh what a wonderful smell
as Mam cooked it on the big range cooker.
At exactly 9 am the farm workers would come in.
Breakfast time, they had been working a few hours already.
Can remember the piles of bacon, eggs and fried bread
Looked like enough to feed fifty not just the five,
the smell still lingers in my nostril 
fried bacon, I salivate  remembering it.
I laughed when I saw the doorstep chunks of bread
For mopping up young miss they would say to me.
Their plates would be so clean looked unused.

Blue sky, the bleating of the sheep,
Birds flying in formation, 
Geese off to the lake for the day.
Only to return at night.
The smell of honeysuckle, 
brings back the walks in the lanes
blackberrying in season, the pies and jams
*Mamgu used to make.

Conkers from the mighty tree in the middle of the field.
Mostly the clean smell of the country sticks in my mind
So much for a child to do in safety
You learn at an early age about staying back from machinery
Cos even the most experienced driver can overturn in a field.

Bedtime came and you were so tired you slept,
No tv’s in the bedroom you went to bed to sleep.
Maybe a line or two of a story, tiredness would take over.
Gentle  zzzzzzzzs could be heard

As a child in the country it is a joyful time
Freedom, no traffic, healthy food, 
Doing things together as a family should.
These idyllic time are firmly written
in indelible ink, in my mind.

* Mamgu - Grandmother

Penned 4 September 2015

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