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My Grandparent's Farm

The ink on my diploma still wet I lived on my grandparent's farm for the summer Their day began with roosters crowing and ended at sundown In between those two bookends of the day cows were milked crops were tended chickens were fed hay was cut and baled real people creating real food for real people [Imagist form] Written 13 Dec 2020

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Sally Eslinger

Date: 12/17/2020 9:40:00 AM

I found warmth, delight in this realism imaging. I am not beyond the hope that such living has ways to continue, to the benefit of humankind and te earth. A. Poem that will found my day. Thank you!

John Watt
Date: 12/18/2020 11:08:00 PM

I am grateful for your thoughtful read and review, Sally. It's nice to meet you at Poetry Soup ~ John

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 12/14/2020 6:13:00 PM

Yes!

John Watt
Date: 12/18/2020 11:07:00 PM

Thanks, Kim ~ John

Ilene Bauer

Date: 12/14/2020 1:31:00 PM

great poem, john! i love the segue from the "ink on the diploma still wet" to the typical day on the farm...

John Watt
Date: 12/18/2020 11:07:00 PM

thank you for picking up on that little sliver of a hint, ilene!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/14/2020 11:58:00 AM

It did you much good living on a farm. I think I told you I lived briefly on my grandpa's farm when my mom divorced my dad back in '60. That was a special time when we played on the long lane and watched him milk the cows! Great memories in this one, John.

John Watt
Date: 12/18/2020 11:06:00 PM

You were so young then yet the memories live on. That is a testament to the impact of lving "close to the soil". Thanks for another great comment, Andrea ~ John

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 12/14/2020 9:46:00 AM

Such a healthy lifestyle, loved this poem, it was so different in those days, people were more wholesome. I bet those days will stick in your mind forever, my friend. Well penned, Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

John Watt
Date: 12/18/2020 11:05:00 PM

Yes Jenn, I miss that wholesomeness, though I do see it in people from time to time. The rush of city living tends to suck it out of us. I sure appreciate your lovely comments, they always lift my spirits. Hugs and blessings to you ~ John

Heidi Sands

Date: 12/14/2020 3:31:00 AM

This is so nice. I love farms. I enjoyed this. Well written John :)

John Watt
Date: 12/18/2020 11:02:00 PM

Thank you Heidi, there is a mindset and subculture that really appeals to the city slicker. Thanks for the visit and kind words ~ John

Alexis Y.

Date: 12/14/2020 1:17:00 AM

Hi John, This is a good nostalgic poem to read in the wee hours of the morning. It sounds like it was an amazing place to live during the summer break. I always wanted to experience farm life. But my dream of living on a farm never came true. However, my father was a Southerner. I lived in the city and we had a small chicken coop. Dad brought a little bit of his southern upbringing to the city. I wish you the best of luck in the contest. Have

John Watt
Date: 12/14/2020 11:40:00 AM

Alexis, thank you for your sweet comment. I know for city folks a chicken coop is the closest they can come to having the farm experience. Neighbors are not too fond of roosters, though, haha! Enjoy your day ~ John