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’s 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 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
Windblown
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
Old
as my heart will allow
Like
that old mule daddy used
In
the spring he loved to plow
My
muse is daily 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
still blue as yesterday’s sky
© Susie Swanson, 2016
Very, very nice, Susie! You're a treasure trove of memories!
ReplyDeleteSusie, you took me home with this. These are things...not all exactly of course as our lives will have had differences but there are so may things I treasured then and still do. I loved reading your heart's though about them. This thoughts affected my own heart and I thank you.
ReplyDeleteSweet memories, Susie! And you captured them very well in this poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Susie. So happy you are able to put pen to paper and give us these lovely memories. Hugs. Blessings. Prayers. Barb
ReplyDeleteSusie, I can't begin to tell you how your poetry take me back to another time in my own life. Those long ago days of simplicity. Blessings to you my dear friend. Hope you are feeling better and staying warm. xoxo,love , Susie
ReplyDeleteSusie, your poems and writings just go straight to my heart and then cause my eyes to mist over from remembering just about every thing you write about. Mom and I spent many hours sewing quilts on her old wooden quilting frame and out in the pastures and on the road banks picing the sweetest strawberries that anyone ever put in their mouths. We also picked Black berries and kept a sharp eye of our surroundings because there sometimes were snakes and of course the infamous Hornet's nests that we had to work around and leave a lot of big plump, juicy, and tasty berries hanging on the briars. I remember still the afternoon we were picking berries and I happened to glance around and there was a hornet's nest big as a washtub just a couple feet from I was picking.I bet there were hundreds if not thousands of hornets inside and I was not going to disturb them. Again thank you for touching so many of our hearts with your ritings. May God bless and cure all of you ills.
ReplyDeleteYou are so right, Susie, they never grow old. Those memories hold us forever in gentle chains of love.
ReplyDeleteLove your poem, Susie. This is one of your best poems. I also miss the good old days. You've captured so well the way it was when we grew up here in the mountains. Stay warm.
ReplyDeleteI really like this poem, Susie. "We were free as the wind that blew"...I love that line. Coming over here and reading your stories brings back fond memories of my own childhood days. Both of our parents weren't wealthy, but they sure were rich in love, huh?
ReplyDelete~Sheri
A beautiful telling , a lovely sharing ..enjoyed like a painting on the canvas of my heart and mind ..just found you blog today via Facebook , will so enjoy reading through past post ... from another Susie
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