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The Old Country Church


The old country church where I used to go,

As a boy back then, now those precious memories flow.

I remember how sweet it was when my momma knelt right down,

And the song they sang about someday receiving God’s own crown.


Mrs. Murphy led the choir and she often sang so loud,

And sometimes off key, but she sang it oh so proud.

I remember those little paper fans and the pictures on one side,

And the one that stands out most was of Jesus being crucified.


And come baptizing time we’d all head out back, down to our little creek,

And when it was all over us kids usually played a game of hide-n-seek.

And dinner on the grounds, why we’d have us such a feast,

And everyone walked away full, that was putting it mildly to say the least.


I know those days are gone, but the memories linger on,

Probably some of the happiest days of my life that I’ve ever known.

Most people can relate to those tranquil days,

And in the back of my mind that little church will always stay.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 12/27/2009 11:09:00 PM
NIce depiction of a time not known by many today but in the memories of many like yourself. LUv, andrea
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Date: 12/27/2009 8:44:00 PM
beautiful poem, I have never actually seen a creek baptizing, I bet it would be awesome!!
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Date: 12/27/2009 6:10:00 PM
Ron if you ever decide to write a book, please call it "Stories In Verse" are the best story teller I have ever read......I could read your work all day.......Hope you , and yours had a wonderful Christmas, and A Happy New Year.....always, Christy
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Date: 12/27/2009 1:25:00 PM
Yes those were times to remember for life was simpler less stressful and the feelings of peace and safety existed. Keep the nostalgic pen flowing. Sara
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