My Childhood Farm
How it begins I never know these lofty thoughts of yesteryears.
I remember the days as a child how I would frolic around on my
childhood farm, dancing in fields of flowers that bask in in the sun.
The faint smell of honeysuckle lingers all around, summers are
always the best with plenty of time to do my favorite things,
skipping by the creek to watch tadpoles swim. Water begs me to dip
in my toes, its calling I heed, winding up wet from head to
toes. Watching cattle graze ne'er lifting their heads as I skip on
by. Climbing trees that reach the sky to watch the clouds sail on by.
As day passes and dusk covers the sky I know I must run to beat the
darkness home. Night sounds are like lullabies to my ears.
Lightning bugs light up the sky like a flickering blanket glowing
all around. I hear sounds of loved ones I hold so dear and I know
at last I beat the darkness home.
What a day it's been on my childhood farm!
Far and few are my trips to my childhood farm, but how I long
for those days gone by. Memories take me back to a simple
place and time. Since I am grown I never know when a glance,
touch, sound or scent--it's really hard to know what will take me
back to that ole childhood farm of mine.
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