Friday, June 1, 2012

Sacred Ground



                                                     Today I hear the echoes
                                                     so many ways and more
                                                     this place where I live
                                                     my mind goes back to explore

                                                     The ground was not barren
                                                     it was trod upon each day
                                                     the busy sound of a gristmill
                                                     I still hear the old time way

                                                     Wagon tracks were plenty
                                                      back and forth, to and fro
                                                      hauling corn to make bread
                                                      from the fields where they'd grow

                                                     The grinding noise still lingers
                                                     I can hear it so plain
                                                     turning corn into cornmeal
                                                     for everyone that came

                                                    A clear picture I cling to
                                                    as I go on my way
                                                    I see my dear grandpa
                                                    with hair and beard of gray

                                                    The door was always open
                                                    he was everybody's friend
                                                    his goal was to make sure
                                                    they had bread once again

                                                    Oh what a wonderful, place
                                                    and a privilege so much to be
                                                    this cherished, simple time
                                                    in my mind each day I see

                                                    This ground where I live
                                                    nestled away with each sound
                                                    it's an honor to walk upon
                                                    I call it sacred ground

                                                    Susie Swanson,2012


 Music or no music, that is the question...Well it looks like Playlist has flew the coop, just like Blogger, Facebook and all the rest..Playlist has changed to a new look and now tells me the only way me, you or anybody else can listen to music on my Blog is start it up ourselves.. That's why I moved it up to the top on the right hand side , underneath Networked Followers..If you want to listen to music go to it and click on it, there will be a Pop Up at the top of the page, allow the Pop Up and then click again..It should take you straight to it..Of course alot of you are like me and don't have the time to mess with the foolishness of it all..
I will try it that way for awhile and may just delete the whole kit and kabodle..I'm sick to death of changes, everytime we turn around we're having to get use to something else..Sorry Folks, I guess I'm just in a bad mood today..Don't mean to take it out on no one particular just the aggravation of it all..Some may be satisfied without music, it may have been an aggravation to the ears while trying to listen. Sometimes I've had to turn it down to read and I truly understand..
Ok, now with that said, I know you all are probably getting tired of reading poems about gristmills, barns and all that stuff.. But I couldn't help myself on this one,it happens to be true to a certain extent..The very place where my house sits today is where that old Gristmill sit so many years ago with my Grandpa at the rein.. I envision it everyday and wonders never seize..Hope you enjoy..Blessings, Susie

32 comments:

  1. I wondered why I had no music on my blog today!!!! I haven't had the chance to check it out! That stinks! I usually keep mine playing while I'm working at the computer. It was more for me than anyone else.

    I loved this poem, Susie. Maybe because I'm old and love the old, simpler times and the way things were done way back then. I love your memories and how you write them down. Just beautiful!!!! Keep on writing. I don't think anyone who drops by here will get tired of what you have to say!

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    1. Thanks Cora, glad you enjoy them..I sure do like writing them..I'm thinking I'll just delete my music..When someone pulls it up all they'll get is Platlist, they still can't listen and read..I enjoyed mine too..I listened to it on here a lot..

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  2. I think your poem is very nice, Susie. I can understand why the gristmill is so important to you and why it brings back such wonderful memories. I don't like all the changes either everywhere I turn. I hope you have a nice weekend!

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  3. I certainly don't get tired of hearing about your life, family and heritage! Keep writing your beautiful poems straight from your heart and mind!

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    1. Thank you so much Glenda, That means a lot to me..Glad you enjoy them..

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  4. I enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing your memories.

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  5. Susie, you are so talented with the gift of writing memoirs! I enjoy them as if they are my own ... love them all.
    Have a beautiful weekend ~
    TTFN ~
    Marydon

    GIVEAWAY ENDS 6/5

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    1. Thanks Marydon, So glad you like them..Hope you have a beautiful weekend as well..

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  6. Very nice, Susie.
    Hope you have a nice weekend.

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  7. Hello Susie, You are not in a bad mood, you are simply stating what many of us feel..
    Your poem was wonderful and I could almost smell fresh bread baking from the flour. I am very glad I grew up in the 1950, the days of down to earth, hardworking honest folk and simple pleasures.
    Your poetry always reminds me of those good time. Much love sent today. Crystal xx Land of Oz.

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    1. Awww, thank you so much Crystal, hugs and love to you..

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  8. Great Poem Susie, as for the music is your playlist from Hypster as mine is ok though I a few problems weeks ago.

    Have a good week-end.
    Yvonne.

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    1. Thank you Yvonne, no mine's not Hypster but I'll check it out

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  9. Susie-I could never get tire of your poems : ) They are all great-and you know I like anything about the old days!

    I'm bummed about the music too.

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    1. Thanks Tipper, I forgot about yours and I'm so sorry..I enjoyed your beautiful music so much of your family..

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  10. I love your poems, Susie, and the past is all around us if we only stop to listen. Thank you for that nudge to hear. I like the music most of the time, and I could always just scroll down and turn it off if I wasn't in the mood. I've always liked, "If it ain't broke don't fix it."!

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    1. Thanks Elaine, I agree it seems they always want to change things and it's not always for the good either.

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  11. Hi Susie, regarding HYPSTER, if you type Hypster on your browser it will come up as Log in or Register, click on Register and fill in the appropriate answers . I 've been on it a few years now. Good luck
    Yvonne.

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  12. Hi just read your comment again, once you got your list, go to embed. there you will have a choice of what sort of cd you want. click on your preference it comes up with a code for blogger then copy and paste it on to your blog.

    YVONNE.

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  13. I like writing about the old times and the old ways, too, that way we can keep them in our memories forever. I don't like change. Seems like when you get used to something, they change it.

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    1. Thanks Janet, there's no end to how much I love to write about the old treasures.. Like I said before I hate changes.

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  14. This poem was so special, Susie. The words "this cherished, simple time in my mind each day I see" really touched me. It reminds me of the time we went to Iowa and we stayed on Grandma's farm. The kids rode the big tractors and ran through the corn fields and had the most wonderful time. I noticed the red rose on your profile picture....I LOVE IT!! Have a nice Sunday enjoying the simple things.
    ~Sheri at Red Rose Alley

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    1. Thank you so much Sheri.. You and I have that in common..I love red roses..

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  15. My Hypster is gone now, think they are doing maintainace work .
    Yvonne.

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    1. Mine is too..hope they get it back on soon. for both of us..

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  16. Hi Susie! I never get tired of your poems! I love them just the way they are and I hope you will always write about what is in your heart. I think they are so beautiful and they always remind me of my loved ones and simpler times. I'm sorry your music isn't working for you the way you wish. I hate it when they change things without asking too. I am just now getting use to the new Blogger page. I like the new way it downloads pictures and lets you choose the size, but other than that it was really challenging. I really love the pictures you have on the side of your blog too, especially the mountain! Where I grew up in California, on a clear day you could always see the San Gabriel mountains in the distance. Our little neck of the woods here in Georgia is called the "Low Country" and it is very flat, not even a little hill in sight. I don't realize how much I miss the mountains until suddenly I really miss them! :) I hope that you have a nice evening ahead my friend and that everything is up and running for you very soon. With Love, Delisa :)

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    1. Oh thank you so much Delisa, I never get tired of your posts..they are so inspiring and uplifting..I would love to see your little neck of the woods as you want to see mine..maybe someday..Love to you..Susie

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  17. Your playlist is displayed smaller on my 17" laptop tonight. Maybe it's just the size of my desktop's monitor that causes the problem. I'll have to check it before I go to bed.

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