Janice Canerdy Poet Etheree

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The Good Old Days

Our
                                           water
                                 came from springs
                                and back yard wells.
                         We raised crops and cleaned 
                          our sturdy homemade things.
                      All worked. No duties were shirked.
                       Now, we captives to modern ways
                   sit in comfy homes, smile, and speak of 
             the good old days and how we miss them--NOT.
         
July 22, 2016

I have MANY sweet memories of the sixties, but they are NOT of the duties
described above!

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Sara Kendrick July 27, 2016 at 1:35 PM Enjoyed reading your work..My deceased father-in-law said he would not want to go back to the good old days for it was a lot of very hard work..If for a contest, reads like a winner to me..Way to go..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara Janice Canerdy July 28, 2016 at 10:05 AM Thank YOU, Sara. Janice

Richard Lamoureux July 25, 2016 at 12:01 AM Yes there was a lot of hard work, I think it was good for us. Great poem. Janice Canerdy July 25, 2016 at 9:18 AM Thank you, Richard. Janice

Viv Wigley July 24, 2016 at 4:30 AM Yes, Janice, our rose tinted glasses have tunnel vision. I remember fetching coal in for the fire, sleeping under my dad's army trench coat in winter, ice inside the bedroom window. How soon we forget. Great write. Viv x Janice Canerdy July 24, 2016 at 7:41 AM SO TRUE! Thanks so much, Viv. Janice

Andrea Dietrich July 23, 2016 at 10:30 AM hahaha, it's all in HOW FAR BACk are people talking about. For me, the good old days were the 60's to the 80's. Those days ROCKED. Great job, Janice. Janice Canerdy July 23, 2016 at 12:21 PM Thanks so much, Andrea! I have many fond memories of the sixties--but they are NOT of chopping and picking cotton and carrying heavy buckets of spring water up a big hill. Glad you liked the poem. Janice

Daniel Turner July 23, 2016 at 7:19 AM Ironic isn't it? I do miss those good old days. I long for those simpler times. Times of youth and innocence. Love this nostalgic write. Janice Canerdy July 23, 2016 at 7:55 AM I don't miss chopping and picking cotton and carrying buckets of spring water up a big hill. I do miss some things, including the spring water. Thanks, Daniel. Janice