I can see it in the distance
sitting so humble therean old childhood home
with springtime in the air
Children are laughing and playing
over the hills they roam
enjoying those simple pleasures
the best they've ever known
Oh it must be laundry day
the clotheslines are hanging full
quilts are blowing in the wind
there's sure to be an armful
The gardens have been plowed
there's potatoes in every row
soon everyone will gather
and each will have a hoe
The bounty will be plentiful
like that little, green onion bed
my goodness those onions are good
with a big piece of cornbread
Those chickens sure are happy
I bet there's nests everywhere
there'll be so many little ones
the hens will flog for sure
That old barn looks inviting
in that hayloft I'd love to play
while the cow's in the pasture
this pretty springtime day
I can see those old grapevines
they're still hanging over the creek
it'll soon be the first of May
time to go barefoot at the retreat
Maybe it'll help with the chiggers
come blackberry picking time
of course there'll always be plenty
and scratching if so inclined
It'll soon be time for supper
I can smell it in the air
cooked on that old wood stove
the best eating anywhere
There's so many things to enjoy
I could never get my fill
my heart's already home
like that old, rusted wagon wheel
The cherry trees are blooming
dogwoods are white as snow
oh what a blessing
to go back where I did grow
© Susie Swanson, 2014
Wonderful, Susie!! You sure know how to stir up memories! I'd love to go back where I played on the hillside and in the branches, see the old rocks around the yard, and play paper dolls on the front porch in the shade. But it's all in cow pasture now, probably not even recognizable since the house is gone.
ReplyDeleteHow are you feeling?
Thank you Charlotte. That's the way mine is, hardly recognizable and sad. But it's still in our hearts.
DeleteThat takes me back, Susie. And I haven't been there. Well, maybe I have after reading :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Ben.
DeleteSusie your poems just makes my heart sing.
ReplyDeleteAwe, thank you Peggy.
DeleteSusie dear...Your poetry is like a fine painting. Every word is crafted with precision like the brush stroke of a fine painting. Love you ..hugs xo
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Susan. You brought tears to my eyes. Hugs to you also.
DeleteThis was such a sweet poem...Your childhood home sounds so loving and warm!
ReplyDeleteBlessings and love~ Lisa
Awe, thank you Lisa. Blessings and love to you also.
DeleteYour poetry painted a beautiful picture back in time..Memories! Thank you! Hope you are feeling better!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Amanda. I've been having a very hard time but hopefully soon I'll have some answers at least. It's been a slow process cause they're checking out my glands.
ReplyDeleteStill holding you in prayer for good test results, and some answers to your health issues.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lisa.
DeleteGood morning, Susie! Hoping this lovely day finds you feeling a bit better.
ReplyDeleteAwe, thank you so much.
DeleteSusie, We are sisters....you poem makes me go back in time. One day it will be heaven for all to meet again. xoxo,Susie
ReplyDeleteYes we are Susie. Thank you sweet friend.
DeleteHome is a wonderful place! Lovely poem, Susie. :)
ReplyDeleteYes it is. Thank you Daisy.
DeleteI really like this poem, Susie. I brings back many childhood memories. I like the part about hanging clothes on the line. I enjoy hanging clothes out to dry. They smell so fresh and clean.
ReplyDeleteI hope you are doing well and will have a wonderful Memorial Day.
Thank you so much.
ReplyDeleteThis brings so many memories....and admittedly a few tears. You have such talent to reap my thoughts without even knowing it. Beautiful. Love the new look to your blog!!
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