I long for the smell of new mown hay after a
rain.
Wiggling my toes in the soft dirt lane.
The sound of the farmer calling the animals "Sou-eu"
The taste of fruit from the favorite tree.
Catching a ride on the hay wagon to go to the neighbors,
So we could check on the lady afflicted with the vapors.
And when all the chores were done
It was time for games and fun.
But lo and behold there was only me.
So I would sit in a swing under the tree.
The long lazy days of the summer
Made you march to a different drummer.
Those were days long gone bye
The fond memories are accompanied by a sigh.
The family farm is truly a thing of the past.
A pleasant lifestyle that could not last.
For progress came like a violent storm
And stripped away the wholesome norm.
Co-ops and factories dotted the landscape
Leaving the poor farmer no escape.
God claimed back that gentle life
It was replaced by toil and strife
I will always remember it as paradise.
Because life was simple and oh so nice.
I bid thee farewell my childhood memory
You've now become part of history
©Carol G Oliver
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Home Country Roads"
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