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Grandpa's Farm


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.

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September 17, 2015

Poetry/Verse/Grandpa's Farm
Copyright Protected, ID 15-710-135-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


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Jayasankar Avatar
March 11, 2021 at 1:51 AM
Just wow... What a beautiful imagery you created Constance... It's a pleasure to read your poems... You must have truly enjoyed your childhood at Grandpa's farm.. in spite of long winter, under the warmth of the love of grandparents... Hugs.. ~ Ani
La France Avatar
March 11, 2021 at 8:41 AM
Ani, you have a knack for picking my fav poems to read, this one from 2015 is bittersweet for after the death of my sister, my parents could not care for me and I went to live with my grandparents on their farm, those were happy days, in time my parents healed and we became a family again _Constance
A  Avatar
September 30, 2015 at 11:16 AM
Broken, congratulations on your wonderful win. SKAT LOVE
Kendrick Avatar
September 30, 2015 at 11:06 AM
Awesome work !! No wonder it is in the winners’ list. Congrats..Sara
A. Sharma Avatar
September 29, 2015 at 11:50 PM
Lovely poem broken so full of wonderful images! Congrats on big win!
Tor Avatar
September 29, 2015 at 7:33 PM
Congratulations Broken Wings!
Hamilton Avatar
September 29, 2015 at 7:19 PM
love this pen Connie congrats on placing hugs
Roper Avatar
September 29, 2015 at 5:34 PM
Wonderfu write, Broken Wing!!! Congratulations on your win!! Hugs Eve
Allison Avatar
September 29, 2015 at 4:35 PM
Absolutely delightful poem Broken Wings many congrats on your win:-) hugs jan xx
Inman Avatar
September 17, 2015 at 9:23 PM
Lovely reflective write. I feel like I know Grandpa.
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