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The best times remembered,
Were days of youth on the farm,
Working hard was life then,
Yet each day was filled with charm.
I'd crawl upon the tractor,
Bright and shining so red,
Pretend I was the farmer,
The chickens sister fed.
Miniature tractor, cute as could be,
She would happily pedal along,
Chickens came running when she sang,
Her "here chickie, chickie, chickie song".
Brother was busily doing chores,
Putting slop in the trough for the hogs,
Ever faithful beside him always you'd see,
Our beloved tail-wagging ole dog.
This was the time of my life,
Happy days I spent,
Such wonderful memories,
These times represent.
If I could go back in time,
Shed these e'er aging years,
I would gleefully embrace,
The days I hold so dear.
I'd climb on that tractor,
Then I would pretend,
That I was the farmer,
Just like way back when.
Gayle Davisİ
11 November 2006
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