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.