Grandma, the Farm and the Silent Young Cat

Grandma, The Farm And The Silent Young Cat

Before soft golden rays the roses slept
Night, its slumbers had not yet bid adieu
From its barn perch the young, silent cat leapt
Upon the old farmer's empty brown shoe
And from the farmhouse, breakfast call rang out
Grandma had no time for late sleepyheads
In her sternest voice, she gave warning shout
"Up and at'em, all rascals out of bed"!

That ringing throughout the place came alive
The cat swiftly raced to the backdoor
Soon as it opened in it would dive
To chase away mice was its daily chore
Table set with coffee, eggs and pancakes 
Surrounded by those hungry mouths to feed
So delicious like only grandma could make
Out we went to fed livestock and plant seeds.

Midnoon her roses glowed vibrant red
Each paid homage to life and mother sun
Decked around the porch and the old shed
Grandma watered them having such fun
That garden and her kids her pride and joy
She still agile and spry at eighty two
With sweet memories of her three young boys
Each new day she thanked the good Lord too.

Before soft golden rays the roses slept
Night, its slumbers had not yet bid adieu
From its barn perch the young, silent cat leapt
Upon the old farmer's empty brown shoe
And from the farmhouse, breakfast call rang out
Grandma had no time for late sleepyheads
In her sternest voice, she gave warning shout
"Up and at'em, all rascals out of bed"!

Robert J. Lindley, 6-29-2021
Rhyme, ( Those were the glory days of youth )

Note:
As was promised, I wrote this new poem today,
 using the phrase, the silent cat leapt-as was noted
from the haiku in my new blog, title-
"The Image, The Inner Reaches Of The Mind"
Thank you, James Marshall Goff for noting it
as your favorite line of that poem….
I promised to write a poem using that phrase
and have now done so.
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Ashley Avatar
July 2, 2021 at 6:18 PM
Ah, this is just so utterly beautiful, my dear friend. I adore the vivid nostalgia of this poem and admire your brilliant skillful pen in bringing Grandma and this morning to such vibrant life. I am enraptured with this spectacular piece, Robert! A fav! Your poetic magnificence shines. Warmest wishes, my wonderful friend.. ~Susan
Lindley Avatar
July 12, 2021 at 4:53 AM
Thank you my dear friend. God bless....
Romios Avatar
July 1, 2021 at 9:20 AM
An absolute fav for me! Lord, bless you for penning with such realistic imagery and emotional intensity, I used to visit my Grandmas farm in Wisconsin. You brought her back to life.and days at the farm Merci, Panagiota xx Bless you. Pangie xx
Lindley Avatar
July 1, 2021 at 10:09 AM
Thank you my friend. Always easier to compose verses when one have such sweet memories to recall. God bless...
Goldsmith Avatar
June 30, 2021 at 8:50 AM
A wonderful story/write. Now that the cat is off to eat, can we eat??? "Table set with coffee, eggs and pancakes," sounds good to me. Have a blessed day..............
Lindley Avatar
June 30, 2021 at 9:50 AM
Thank you my friend. Yes we can eat, perhaps a fine meal of poetic verses that await the finding, the reading, the enjoying. Have a very blessed day my friend...
Cunningham Avatar
June 30, 2021 at 5:53 AM
Enjoyed your verse Robert, have spent many a happy holiday on my grandfather's farm. Tom
Lindley Avatar
June 30, 2021 at 9:49 AM
Thank you my friend. This was a most enjoyable walk down memory lane as the verses started to come to me. And yes, having truly wonderful grandparents is in itself a magnificent treasure! God bless...
Goff Avatar
June 29, 2021 at 9:42 PM
Exceptional poem, Robert! Delightful story of cherished loved one's!
Lindley Avatar
June 30, 2021 at 9:47 AM
Thank you my friend. I thank you for the inspiration that sent me on a quest to reach into my youth and extricate this new piece. The silent cat-- was actually a very young pet cat I had that we never heard meow.. God bless...
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