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~ Good
Old Days
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Each day
started
early
'fore
the
crack of
dawn
chores
were
never
ending
on my
Daddy's
farm
Life
back
then was
different
with
family
values
strong
Grandpa
played
his
fiddle
while
Mama
sang
along
Aroma
filled
the
kitchen
awaking
sleepy
eyes
Grandma
keeping
busy
baking
apple
pies
Cattle
needed
milking
at the
break of
day
eggs for
breakfast,
gathered
tossing
bales of
hay
Shoveled
all the
droppings
to
fertilize
the soil
vegetables
for
canning
were
planted
in a row
Us girls
made
beds,
did
dishes
brother's
chopped
the wood
filled
the pots
with
water
carried
from the
brook
When
evening
sun had
settled
dad in
his
favorite
chair
around
the
supper
table
he led
us all
in
Prayer
Then
early to
retire
his day
of work
complete
stories
told at
bedtime
'fore we
went to
sleep
Days
gone by
remembered
with
thoughts
of
yesteryear
reflecting
back in
memory
holding
back a
tear
Wish
that I
could
step
back
to those
days now
gone
life was
full of
promise
on my
Daddy's
farm
Rose
Marie
Streeter
© 2005
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