Best Old Country Poems

from the old country they came
some of them would change their name

the men be working the mines
afterwards they'll drink fine wines

factories would claim the rest
and weekend meals were the best

mom dad will teach kids values
never mind singing the blues

on Sundays church bells would ring
and all...

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The old country church where I used to go,

As a boy back then, now those precious memories flow.

I remember how sweet it was when my momma knelt right down,

And the song they sang about someday receiving God’s own crown.

 

Mrs. Murphy led the choir and...

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Wending my way down a country road in my air-conditioned car,
In yon vale a weathered church steeple beckoned me from afar.
'Twas Sunday morning and the clarion peal of its bell caught my ear.
There stood a simple House of God with a graveyard in the rear.

My...

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Plain Old Country Boy 
Steve L. Siegel 
August, 2015 
-:- 
I like the smell of clean washed clothes 
Hanging on the line, the sound of my blue faded shirts 
Snapping in the wind, my sun-bleached blue jeans 
All flapping against the bright blue skies. 
-:-...

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Once again driving down
this old country road,
     days gone by,
memories rolling back
     into my mind,
stories my grand dad
told me of this old
      country road.

Putting along in his
old roadster, stopping,
for gas 19 cents...

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I remember a time when church was packed on sundays
I remember a time when church was the place to be
we need to seek God's will ,and practice faith more often
Like they did in the old country church

I remember a time when church would last for...

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I wandered down an old country lane
A shadowy stroll into the past
An old cemetery laid still in the shade
A resting place at last

Here, long ago, and old church had stood
But some time past, had burned to the ground
Yielding it's guardianship to the wood
That had grown...

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Ah! To be buried in an old English churchyard
With the dark green ivy and wild roses
Where the sweet nostalgic aromas hill the air
And the church bells ring their clear tolls

My soul with the LORD in heavenly glory
While my aged weary body rests
Under the soil of...

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am from the south 
thats my rout
am about soul
i do have golds
no doubt am reaching out
i  grew up with toy
PLAIN OLD COUNTRY BOY...

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Some pondered ways
to pep-up the pulpit and pew,
but disinterest and ennui won the day.
The clergy went away to get help
and never came back.

Eventually, thunder and sleet
cracked stone, spire, and gable;
neglect, and the cold winds of time
nibbled at arch and buttress.

Where once was a stained-glass light,
weeds...

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I am drinking my sugary sweet pink grapefruit juice 
when I spy it
a black something floating about
It is waving to me.
Yelling something.
I fish it out and get a magnifying glass.
I can see it is a spider now.
It asks me to get it back to the...

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Long time!
Long time ago
I had not seen you
Turned memories ...
Of childhood
Ah! Oh! 
Bless you! 
How old!
So old
Rare used
Country road
...

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Walking down the old country road,
Hand me down clothes in the bag.
Clothes with holes, and tattered robes,
There’s no worries in getting dirty


We’ll wash away the dirt in the stream,
Whilst you stand there, smiling at me.
Sing the songs that nobody’s heard
As we look above, at singing...

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