That Old Farm

by Maple Tree   Dec 18, 2016


A glisteneing pasture of snowy earth
lays dormant, embedded within a girls spirit.

She cant help but remember its purity
bellows of quail sing within a sorrowful soul.

Fresh barley stocked within an antique barn
allows her nose to filter thoughts of cattle;

bawling.

Milky mustaches bring laughter from a child,
Ill always remember that smile upon her face...

she layed within hay bails, dreaming-

that little girl is me and I reside
within memory
but I never left, I will never leave;

my spirit will always stay within that old farm.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist

    I like the visual, the reader can see what's happening within this piece... I read this while listening to Taylor S. country song...

    Its like I'm in this poem..I like it

    Well done as always

    Gel

  • 7 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    Love this, love the imagery and word choice, you ticked all the blah blah blahs on this one syrup!!!

    I don't why but this reminds me of a poem by the Fisherman, the one with the fields and thunder and rain.....I know it's nothing like that poem but it reminds me of it for some reason.

    • 7 years ago

      by Maple Tree

      Thank you squeaks,

      Dad and I both share a love for the family farm....

      Hugs you

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Andrea, such loving memories. It brought wonderful memories for me too. My Aunt & Uncle had a farm in North Dakota that we would visit when we were kids. Your words brought that home-just lovely!

  • 7 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hello dear,

    reading this out loud was like watching an old video recording - B&W perhaps, of you as a little girl running around the old farm. Your milky moustache and the verbal cattle. Heck, I could even smell them. lol

    All the best, Andrea. xx

  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Fantastic Andrea.

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