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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Grandpa grew hay and corn and vegetables on his farm, And in the Autumn on bright sunny days we all helped him; With the gathering, reaping and gleaning to get in the Fall crop, Then the family gathered to celebrate another abundant harvest. And when the rainy season started, torrents of rain fell, Soaking rain that flooded the fields and made them soggy; We all stayed inside on those wet days reading and waiting, I did not mind, for I find the pitter-patter of rain to be pleasant. Soon Jack Frost was knocking on our farmhouse door, The hoar frost covered everything in the early hours of day; And it was piercing and penetrating, it chilled us to the bone, But by mid-day the sun came out and melted all the frost away. One bright morning everything was frozen and ice covered, All the walkways were iced over, it was bitter cold, cold as ice; Old Man Winter was just reaching out his icy fingers to warn us, And I was thinking, perhaps it is time for me to check my skates. It was late November when the first flakes came in the night, The snowstorm was light snow with big beautiful, gentle drops; By morning, there was a mantle of white on all fences and barns, And by afternoon everything had melted into a wet, slushy mess After school, I was helping Grandpa shovel the many paths, My teeth were chattering, trembling, I felt like a girl made of ice; I told Grandpa, that I was quite sure I was going to freeze to death, He nodded and said, go in the house; I noticed he was also shivering. It was a long Winter with many snowstorms and huge drifts, But somehow we survived it; I loved the smell of the fireplace; And curling up on the sofa with Grandpa and Grandma like a kitten, Then those ever shortening days of Winter became long days of Spring. ______________________________ September 17, 2015 Poetry/Verse/Grandpa's Farm Copyright Protected, ID 15-710-135-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. For the contest, Seasonal, sponsor, Shadow Hamilton Second Place
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