Friday, July 25, 2008


Since it is Poetry Friday and tomorrow is our family reunion, I decided to use a poem written by my cousin about when he spent the summers with our grandmother.

Grandma's Place

I remember the first visit there,
Excited as a child could be.
Fresh cut clover was in the air,
And now adventures and places to see.
Each morning I would awake,
Hearing the sound of birds as they sing.
And smell the fresh air like a spring fed lake.
Everything was so crisp and each sound like a bell would ring.
The days moved quickly, each and everyone,
Savoring each and every moment,
Remembering the good times and all the fun.
Those days I spent each summer, the days so warm,
Will be remembered for a life time, and then some.
Oh, how I looked forward to the time on the farm,
For it was grandma's place that all this was done.
What memories I have of the days gone by,
Of all those summers I spent there under the sun.

1 comment:

Ingrid said...

I painted visual images in my mind with this poem. Ahhhh, it's so fun to get together with family, and nothing beats a natural backdrop for the event!! :)