Hard Work and Sweat Turned We Boys Into Men

Hard Work And Sweat Turned We Boys Into Men



Every summer we picked berries on the hill,
sweating to gather enough for mom to make a pie.
Wading among the insects and the dreaded snakes
we worked because hunger was a daily deal.

As farm children we were taught to pitch in,
to do as told and help out as was needed.
Any chore was to be done quickly and done right
hard work and sweat turned we boys into men.

Hunting game animals was not just a sport,
it was a means to keep our family well fed.
Taught how to gather more for much less(ammo)
father the judge ruling over our hunting court.

Living on the thin edge was not a great pleasure.
Looking back, I see Dad and we were his treasure!

Robert J. Lindley,  04-13-2015
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Makama Avatar
April 20, 2015 at 8:04 AM
great poem. As promised, I returned and I am glad I did because the freshness of your talents are yet again exhibited through these wonderful lines. Definitely a 7
Dietrich Avatar
April 13, 2015 at 6:28 PM
I like the message in your fine poem. It kind of reminds me of my sonnet, Strawberry fields forever, NOT. Except we did not have to do nearly this many things for the family survival. I'm not 100% sure, but I think it should be "turned US boys into men." Loved the read!
Andresen Avatar
April 13, 2015 at 12:16 PM
- Much hard work .... but still pleasant memories :) - The youth of today .... never picked one berries :))) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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