The Way Things Used To Be - Childhood Contest

i remember so well The scrubbed farmhouse kitchen table where all activities were held From eating to colouring in,where jigsaw puzzles were made. I remember the large open range fire always burning, am sure it burned for 12 months of the year. I can still smell the bacon, oh what a wonderful smell as Mam cooked it on the big range cooker. At exactly 9 am the farm workers would come in. Breakfast time, they had been working a few hours already. Can remember the piles of bacon, eggs and fried bread Looked like enough to feed fifty not just the five, the smell still lingers in my nostril fried bacon, I salivate remembering it. I laughed when I saw the doorstep chunks of bread For mopping up young miss they would say to me. Their plates would be so clean looked unused. Blue sky, the bleating of the sheep, Birds flying in formation, Geese off to the lake for the day. Only to return at night. The smell of honeysuckle, brings back the walks in the lanes blackberrying in season, the pies and jams *Mamgu used to make. Conkers from the mighty tree in the middle of the field. Mostly the clean smell of the country sticks in my mind So much for a child to do in safety You learn at an early age about staying back from machinery Cos even the most experienced driver can overturn in a field. Bedtime came and you were so tired you slept, No tv’s in the bedroom you went to bed to sleep. Maybe a line or two of a story, tiredness would take over. Gentle zzzzzzzzs could be heard As a child in the country it is a joyful time Freedom, no traffic, healthy food, Doing things together as a family should. These idyllic time are firmly written in indelible ink, in my mind. * Mamgu - Grandmother Penned 4 September 2015