Ghosts of Times Past
Ghosts Of Times Past
Miracle Man
6/25/2022
As winds of time whisper through me,
my ancestors breath caresses my face.
Visions of a lone covered wagon I see,
that carried them to an unknown place.
Ten children were birthed to work the land,
fallow ground readied by horses or mules.
Planting and harvesting was done by hand,
in this time before any modern day tools.
When ready, each child was given a chore,
and dawn to dusk was the only time clock.
At bedtime some slept on a pallet on the floor,
I appreciate coming from this kind of stock.
My Mom told me as a child that her father told them,
“I’ve never heard of anyone dying from hard work”
That advice has given me a great life.
Retired at age 56.
Tom
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2022
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