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Their Farm

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BSC
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0 posted 03-22-2000 02:01 PM       View Profile for BSC   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for BSC

The homestead was an old farmhouse,
Perched atop a place called "Oak Hill"
Surrounded by barns and fields of crops,
Plows and tractors, that never were still.

There was nothing better than going inside
To find Gram baking one of her pies,
I can picture her still, rolling out crusts,
With that twinkle in her bright eyes.

Gramp was always busy outside,
Seems something always had to be done,
Like clearing more of the "stumpy lot"
Or making the old Farmall run.

Evenings we'd sit on the old front porch
Watch the sun set over the lake,
The cows all milked, we'd bed them down,
Then we'd all eat what Gram had baked.

From dawn to dusk, each day they worked,
Gram cooking, Gramp out on the land,
Oh to ride on his knee just once more,
Or just hold that rugged old hand;

To go back for one day to my childhood,
Just to spend one more day in that place,
Just one special day to talk with that man,
Just one chance to again see his face.

How I'd love another piece of Gram's pie,
Or have her just hug away my fears,
The warm memories of the old homestead
Will stay with me througout the years.






[This message has been edited by BSC (edited 06-04-2000).]
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Brings me back to childhood days of visiting my great grandmother on her farm. Thank you.
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What a poignant tribute to your grandparents and their role in your life. This is wonderful...magical memories shared with this, and I thank you!

~ Claire
 
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