Old Gramps and the horses

Old Gramps and the horses …

Old Gramps and the horses .
He walked bent over at the waist most of the time
when his back was a’ killin’
I remember my father sitting beside him on the hay wagon
and me a boy on the load lose thrown and willing

Out of the fields the wagon tipping and me on top of that load
wondering ……..will I fall
And down the dirt road we’d go the horses the
wagon the hay and all

And a jug of “switchel” my father and gramps would tilt
swallowing  again and again
Riding up over Long Hill stopping and resting the horses
waving hello to a friend

Down by the river fields watching the poplars sway in the wind
cool summer’s  end and evening  breeze
At dusk the hay all in the barn the horses wiped down
and feeding on grain in ease

Old gramps is long gone and no not really a gramp
but no finer man than he
Sitting me up on the horses back after work
and me only three

EdF

Sometime in my life I started to write about my life journey , in poetry, in storyperhaps to sort them out and enter them intoa place of safe keeping . The soul of the writeris perhaps best described in their words , emotions and thoughts . If these poemsor stories touch something inside youthen maybe I have succeeded in sharing . I will not write about my selfin profile , because self isn't so important in writing . Only the journey in wordsandthe sharing areimportant . Why would weever say " Now about me !"........I'd rather write about life , nature , serenity ........

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Sometime in my life I started to write about my life journey , in poetry , in story perhaps to sort them out and enter them into a place of safe keeping . The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their words , emotions and thoughts . If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing . I will not write about my self in profile , because self isn't so important in writing . Only the journey in words and the sharing are important . Why would we ever say " Now about me !"........I'd rather write about life , nature , serenity ........

3 thoughts on “Old Gramps and the horses

  • August 8, 2018 at 3:17 PM
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    Ed what a grand memory to share, I could just see it all in my minds eye. I too had fond memories of gramps taking me brook trout fishing, showing me his techniques. We can’t forget those great teachings and the fun watching them do it. Plowing the fields with horses must have been tough work, if only the younger generation could appreciate the toil of their forefathers and what they went through to help make America great. Thanks for sharing this Ed, I enjoyed it immensely.

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  • August 8, 2018 at 8:11 PM
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    Rich in memory and a warm hearted character from childhood. So well rendered with sharing those stark images and experiences from such a young age. Keep those stories coming down to the new generations, because it seems so removed and a wonder now, in this age of more complex life. Wonderful work Ed.

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  • August 9, 2018 at 12:02 AM
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    So nostalgic and a pleasure to read. Reminds me of my farm days when I tagged after Dad. Very nice work, Ed.

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