Olden Days Poems - Poems about Olden Days

In olden days, without TV Or phone or laptop or PC, I might have joined a quilting bee To while away the time. I’d sit with friends and we would sew, Discussing all there was to know And all our handiwork would show We had no need for Prime. And after we would laugh and chat, The pure delight of chewing fat, We’d stash our...

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In the year of 1967 I was a freshman In high school in a small Midwest Iowa town. Before teachers cared about bullying and goofy stuff like kids’ feelings We were not allowed to have them anyway back then The gym teacher was snippy and mean. Pinched nose, hair teased and sprayed With enough hairspray to choke us all to death She...

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Back in the olden days my age of once upon a time with relatives and strangers filled the radio episodes of Silver and the Lone Ranger where The Shadow crept in Inner Sanctum threats and tv intros to Howdy Doody and Uncle Milty timed guests; I lived in innocence and well-protected immunities of grammar school and...

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Give me the olden days Before I-pads, I-pods, and I-phones. When phones were attached to walls. Summertime people sat on their porches. Listening to and scolding each other’s children. Before “self-esteem” was invented. Conversation ran rampant, people were not afraid to laugh At themselves and each other. No one was offended. We were neighbors. Everything was hilarious. We all had homemade Kool aid popsicles, This was before...

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A friend so dear whom I do love And whom I dream my future with A stranger man thou art become It is the thing I can’t believe. Oh! I love the olden days Of how we spent the lovely nights With dancing feet along the way With moon above and stars so bright And how they think I am your wife. When...

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Times were hard in Grandma's day No electrical appliances had she A ringer washing machine for washing the clothes And a whistling gas kettle for making the tea No electric lighting Just a lamp filled with gas That's what I remember When I was a lass Kneeling down, scrubbing steps And not just her own With a bucket of hot water And a block of...

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In the Olden days when we wear grasses, When we dance naked under the rain, When we were cooking grasses as drug, When we have no fear in us and fear never Haunt us just like the way it does now. We were fine and good to go in the world. In the olde days when life was for the brave You...

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in to the covers of sea i can see up a boat sails around us with blazy wind of blow toward the shine of sun through the shines of moon...

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White-bearded man puffed... And found the scent of his yore, In my purple youth...

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