A wonderful life

Snuggling up in a toasty warm blanket

by the old pot belly stove

Listening to stories that grandpa would tell

How he loved to go hunting in the forest

with his old coon dog Spot

She would run off ahead of him to the woods

before he could even reach for his gun

We never went hungry back in those days

And we were thankful for what we got

Every meal was a thanks giving time

Grandma sang to us lullabies

and read the bible by an old oil lamp

She would bake bread, cookies and pies

When we attended church on Sunday

She taught us to be sure to give tithes

Instilled in us morals to last all our lives

Grandma raised chickens and ducks

and together they worked on a farm

I use to love to play in the barn

watch Grandpa milk the dairy cows

Waking up early and doing our chores

Going to bed as the sun went down

Saying our prayers for the evening

and listening to crickets chirp

and the call of the locusts

outside my window at night

We really had a wonderful life

 

 

 

Reviews

[Twinschoice]

I love reading poems and stories about times gone by. I really liked your poem "A Wonderful Life" because I love nature and family and growing up in a secure home. Almost every line reminded me of someone special in my life. Very nice work.

[George Love]

Very lyrical work, love the flow and easy read!

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You articulate your life through your poetry very well. This is lyrical and flows just as it should, the tempo being just right for a piece that is nostalgically biographical. Love it!

[Drea]

This poem elicits memories of sitting at my great aunt's feet when I was a little girl and listening to her tell of her childhood in Appalachia; most especially the coon hounds and the hens.

There are just a couple of places where I got stuck.
Where you repeated my my window at night I thought it could be a typo you may want to fix.
I've been burned for changing verb tenses as you do in this poem; though it didn't bother me in my reading, interpretation, or enjoyment of the poem.

You paint a picture that projects the reader to a time and a place most well.
Rhye

A wonderful poem. It reminds me of going to my great uncles farm in Somerset as a kid! Nicely done!