late in the afternoon
waiting on the front porch
knowing the evening chores would come soon
my grandmother would whistle and sing
next to the old oak tree where the family dog lay

wild oats and alfalfa hay
would we throw in our fields
riding the barbed wire fence line
thats how our family would end the day
feeding the chikens and cows

toiling the dirt in our new spring garden
planting seeds for the fall canning
mending fence with my rugged ole grandad
under the hot sun would we sweat
waiting for the next chore to be done

grass and high weeds would grow
in my field of imaginary stage
the cows grazing in the back forty
my sister and I would play
running and falling all over our country farm

late that night watching Gunsmoke and Tom Jones
would we rest our feet next to the fireplace
makin light of our simple lives

01/29/2007

Posted on 01/29/2007
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