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Memories of Me

The old wooden farm house;
with the rusted tin roof.
Wasn't much;
But, it was always enough.

In the mountains of Virginia;
poor but yet so proud.
Lived an Appalachian family;
where only love was allowed.

And what of the girl;
who grew up there?
The little tom-boy;
with braids in her hair.

Wild as the wind;
and ready to tackle the world.
What ever became;
of that percocious little girl?

She grew up as children do;
somehow we lost touch.
I think of her often and smile;
I must admit, I miss her much.

The child that once was I;
awaits in my very soul.
For my return to her;
And to restore what time stole.

When I am old;
and my braids are grey.
We will splash in the mud;
on rainy days.

We will giggle;
at inappropriate things.
Picking wildflowers;
while we sing.

For her patience;
I definitely owe her that.
That little girl;
who was called WildCat.

Upon a mountain top;
as we laugh and we play.
With a sense of adventure;
We will live out our remaining days.

Darlene Doll Smith

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 4/27/2015 12:22:00 PM
Enjoyed reading your winning work..Congrats..Sara
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Date: 4/26/2015 12:19:00 AM
Darlene, Congratulations on your "Bio of a Poet" WIN!!! LINDA
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Date: 4/20/2015 2:49:00 AM
Smith Congs dear one, i loved this poem too Bryan Loves
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Date: 4/19/2015 2:39:00 PM
Congratulations on your win,Darlene . A 7. Blessings dear friend Eve
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Date: 4/19/2015 6:59:00 AM
what wonderful memories - a great bio congrats on your win Darlene:-) Hugs Jan xx
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Date: 4/18/2015 10:27:00 PM
Congrats on your win Darlene. I love the county girl bio in this. Thank you for entering my contest.
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Date: 1/23/2015 9:23:00 AM
Hey Darlene, what a wonderful expression filled with sweet memories... Love this so much... Neva
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