Saturday, March 2, 2013

Yesterday's Sky


                                              
                                            I am lonely for the sounds of yesterday
                                            Wagon wheels rolling down a dirt road
                                            Or that old gristmill in the distance
                                            Grinding corn for many a wagon load

                                            I listen with my heart and write it down
                                            Everything is so special and worthy of
                                            A story that lingers from yesterday
                                            Is a life lesson with pride and love

                                            I treasure that old run down barn
                                            So many secrets and stories to tell
                                            My yearning heart over flows
                                            For these are the things I dwell

                                            Upon that little hillside everyday
                                            Where juicy strawberries grew
                                            The echoes of small voices
                                            Still sound so brand new

                                            Or that forever old homeplace
                                            Where silence was never heard
                                            We were free as the wind that blew
                                             And sailed high as any bird

                                            Running through a green field
                                            Playing ball on a Sunday afternoon
                                            Walking home from church
                                            By the light of a full moon

                                            Sitting on the front porch
                                            On a hot summer's night
                                            Oh the joy of simple pleasures
                                            Is never far from sight

                                            Sledding down a snowy hill
                                            On a cold winter's day
                                            In one door and out the other
                                            As childhood memories sway

                                            Helping mama make quilts
                                            Stitching every stitch in time
                                            Wind blown quilts on clotheslines
                                            Blowing in early spring time
            
                                            Those Christmas time memories
                                            Awakens my heart with a song
                                            They taught me the gift of giving
                                            Love is the best gift I've ever known

                                            We may not have had much
                                            Of the finer things in the world
                                            The many life lessons taught
                                            Takes me back to that little girl

                                            Still fresh as the morning dew
                                            Only old as my heart will allow
                                            Like that old mule daddy used
                                            In the spring he loved to plow

                                            My muse is forever calling me
                                            Down every hill and trail
                                            It brings a world of comfort
                                            There's so many things to tell

                                            Writing about my yesterdays
                                            My inkpot will never run dry
                                            They are planted in my heart
                                            And blue as yesterday's sky

                                            Susie Swanson @ 2013

                                            
                                            

                                            

27 comments:

  1. Such sweet, beautiful memories. As always I came to read your work and found peace.

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  2. Susie, I always love reading your poems. They truly touch hearts. Hope you are well and looking forward to Springtime. xoxo,Susie

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    1. Thank you so much Susie.. I am so looking forward to spring..xoxoxo

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  3. Such a sweet set of memories Susie--beautiful

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    1. Thank you Audrey. I love your poetry as well.

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  4. I love, love, love this. Makes me so nostalgic for the simpler times in my youth.

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  5. This was beautiful, Susie... I was just thinking this morning about some things I miss from my childhood... and the people I miss too. ((HUGS))

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    1. Thank you Paula.. Those are the memories we cherish.. Hugs to you.

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  6. These memories are really sweet, Susie. You write with your heart.
    ~God bless~

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  7. Gosh you write verse so well. It is heart stirring.. I love it. xx

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  8. I love my memories of yesterday,too. They keep me warm on cold winter days.

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    1. Yes they certainly do Janet.. Thank you.

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  9. These are sweet memories, Susie. Your poem has captured them perfectly. I hope you are having a nice Sunday.

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    1. Thank you so much Daisy.. Hope you had a nice Sunday as well.

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  10. Susie, so many of your memories are my memories too. That's why I love coming to your blog to read.

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    1. Awww, thank you so much Charlotte.. I love visiting your blog to..

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  11. Such a lovely poem Susie, memories are so important. And you capture that sentiment so beautifully:)

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  12. Susie,
    I love this poem. You've done a great job writing this. Your lovely poem brings back many memories of my childhood. This is one of your best poems.

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    1. Thank you so much Brenda.. Means a lot to me. I love your writing as well..

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  13. I really love this poem, and the picture is perfect!

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