My memories go to the time when I was child
And lived on my grandparents farm for quite a while
I learned to tie my shoes by a pot belly stove
I helped pick fruit from Grandpa's grove
I loved the country living with it's ease and grace
With wide fields of sugar beets all over the place
Uncle Wes was the hired man who was like our kin
Was a Christian man kind, gentle and soft spoken
He and I used to take long walks down a soft dirt road
We chewed on a lemon and talked very little "that was our code"
But when we did speak he taught me so much
About nature, the farm , life and such
His favorite topic was about our Dear Lord above
When he spoke the name Jesus it was with love
Often he quoted the bible and told wonderful stories
He usually ended with God's magnificent glories
It was like when we looked at the National Geographic
The only magazine in the house, it was terrific
Each time it seemed to turn into a lesson
I seemed to live for and enjoyed every session
Now I'm grown with children of my own,
Sad to say they will probably never have known
Country life as I knew it is now so distant
For many small farms are nonexistent
Since they were very small we have lived in the city
They have never lived on a farm--What a pity
But I will always remember those childhood days
Perhaps I can share them in my own subtle ways
© Carol Oliver
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