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I
use to run down this old dirt road,
When visiting my Granny's farm.
Barefoot and carefree
Away from all the city and alarms.
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The cars and factory whistles,
And clatter of the trains.
When out here in the country,
It's only peace and softness of the rain.
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It takes a little getting use to,
Far different from the city.
I can watch the sunrise from my window,
As Granny feeds the chickens.
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She lived in just a run down house,
But her life really wasn't bad..
We'd sleep under mosquito nets in Summer,
And on a big soft feather bed.
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Her dress was really long back then,
Not like it is today,
They didn't dare show their legs,
For what the neighbors would say.
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There was nothing then convenient.
But everything was clean.
In the mornings we had home made biscuits,
With butter and jelly in between.
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Those times back then weren't very easy,
And some I wouldn't want to live all over,
But then I think about the days,
Granny and I walked through deep red clover.
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There are just some things you can't give up,
It's in your blood I think,
She wouldn't have exchanged her farm life,
For all the silk, and pearls and mink.
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So hang onto the things you love,
That makes your life seem whole,
For some day you'll look back,
On memories of gold.
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Life can be really happy,
Or can be really sad.
It all depends on how you look on life.
The good side or the bad.
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Faye Reyenga © 9 / 04 / 2008
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