Patricia Leduc Poet Free verse

Ohio My Home

Ohio My Home

Ohio my childhood home
A simpler life
An innocent time
A place where corn fields go on for miles and miles
The fields wave and sway beckoning you
To make secret forts in their midst
Our original corn maze
In there we eat cow corn
Never thinking to ask
Was it fresh or clean?
It was organic at its best

Playing in the water down at the “crick”
No such worries of a chemical spill
No one got sick
No parents around
Nobody drowned

Tornadoes come by
What a scary thrill
Mother Nature at her worst
Toppling trees each way
Providing us a strange place to play
In between the branches
We made our mansions
Safe maybe not... 
But we played anyway

Far from the city lights
We spend our nights
Watching natural sights
UFO’S hovering over
Tall trees in the front yard
In an eerie alien fog
Fireflies glowing looking for love
The tree frogs are singing out for a mate
Mother raccoons bring their young from the nest
As skunks delight us with their odorous best
All under the Moons sight
As I close my eyes I can see
Ohio my memory home

 
(Yes there were UFO's)

Pat LeDuc
February 9, 2018

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Chris Green March 24, 2018 at 7:41 PM This was great and truly did bring back some hometown memories. Those were the days. Oh, and do UFOS exist? Ancient Alien Theroists say Yes!!!. :) Patricia Leduc March 24, 2018 at 8:58 PM Yes UFOS do exist. I saw one hovering over the trees in my front yard in Ohio. It held my gaze and then suddenly it disappeared into the night. There were sightings reported the next day from all over the state :). Some called it" swamp gas" over the miles of corn and soybean plants but I know better :))

Lunita Blanca February 12, 2018 at 11:21 AM Patricia my dear friend, The finest Madonnas are found in homes, not in museums. Patricia Leduc February 12, 2018 at 1:42 PM You are so kind! Thank you for encouraging me1:))

Silent One February 11, 2018 at 3:32 PM There is no place like home... Well written.. Patricia Leduc February 12, 2018 at 1:42 PM Click my ruby slippers..I wish that worked

Line Gauthier February 9, 2018 at 6:26 PM A beautiful nostalgic read. Enjoyed thoroughly, Patricia. Patricia Leduc February 9, 2018 at 7:28 PM While I was writing this my grand daughter wondered why I was writing about Ohio. She didn't know I grew up there. It was a wonderful time to share my memories with her. Thank you for your support. :))