I think Autumn is my
Favorite time of year.
Thoughts of childhood
Seem to linger near.
I remember raking the leafs
Into a great big pile;
Running and jumping in the middle:
How it makes me smile.
We'd build a big fire and roast
Marshmallows till they burned;
Say silly tongue twisters over
And Over, until each word was learned.
We'd hunt pretty leafs to see
Who's was the prettiest and best.
The trouble was that each of us
Felt ours was better than the rest.
How I wish I could go back
And play with my sisters once more;
There at the old home place with
Momma watching from the door.
I love it. My thoughts go back to the home place in Autumn more than any time of the year too. Too bad so many take life for granted. I think such beautiful memories of childhood, keeps you from doing that so bad. I enjoyed the poem. Thanks for the blessing, Sis.
ReplyDeleteThat sounds like some sweet memories. I remember jumping in the leaves that were raked up. Naughty huh? Well, I WAS the baby.
ReplyDeleteI guess while you're reminiscing you'll have to get some marshmellows, rake up some leaves, build a fire, and make some memories for them grandbabies. Love ya'll