On Grandpa's Farm
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Lived on this farm in my 5th year, when my mom returned to Iowa with FOUR girls(the fourth one still in her tummy!) after having divorced my father back in Wa state. My grandparents were both deceased by the end of the 80's. The farm got sold years ago and does not resemble the same place any more! Such treasured memories from that farm.
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On Grandpa’s farm we rose to summer’s light,
then stayed outside – sometimes till dark of night.
There was a gated big front yard and tree
and hollyhocks, so pretty, growing free.
Behind the house there was a tool shed and
some old machines with which to till the land.
Unused were they, and I recall one day
we sat on one of them while at our play.
A swarm of bees rose up. I swear they chased
us unrelentingly as home we raced!
Except for that one incident, our days
were wonderful! On soft grass we would laze.
There was a lane that we’d go walking down.
It led to an old road, which led to town.
We picked soft pussywillows on that lane.
Raspberries too – which gave our grins a stain!
Long gone is Grandpa’s farm where we once stayed
and Grandpa too. . . but feelings never fade.
An oldie for Janice Canerdy's Rhyming Couplets Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2020
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