Fire roasted ribs of a pig that I raised fattened and killed
Watermelons home garden grown and in the stream chilled
Love them with seeds, I use wood for fire, hand hewn
VHS tapes with no commercials, old music no autotune
A porch built for neighbors, street no restricted parking zone
Garden weeds with wild flowers, life without a telephone
Nature is my gardener have no lawn to cut
No glass in my windows to clean only shutters to shut
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I know I was born many years after you dear sorrenbarret but I'm still old enough to appreciate the simplicity that life once had to offer, love anything that doesn't have technology attached! 🌹
Thank you my friend for your read and understanding of the meaning of this piece. I do enjoy some technology like electricity and the ability to post these writes but most seems a sad imitation of quality, a bite of plastic tasting food. I do appreciate your support and encouragement
Sounds idyllic, lost to nature and loving it.
Though I feel you're missing out. So I'm sending a few chaps who sell insurance, double glazing, fix your roof, oh, and wait for it, the Jehovah's will pop by for a little chat.
Experienced as a past salesman of religion I know how to deal with that, as for insurance, legalized gambling where the house always wins, I only bet on a sure thing. Fixing a roof sorry do it myself when its not raining. Thanks Paul putting a sign up Mean dog and mad man with a gun enter at your own risk. Thanks so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated
It reflects on how simple life can be, if one were to try. I am unsure if I am interpreting it the best it can be, but it reminds one of how comfortable older ways can be.
Thank you so much Atticus for your read and yes you are dead on in your interpretation. I have tried it and like it. Each life style has its advantages and disadvantages but I prefer the old.
Yes, it is best to simply enjoy your way of living, no matter. If it the right way, it is the right way.
Good write, Sorenbarrett. Coming from town with some supplies to our farm, my grandfather would point out, "This is as far as the electricity goes," as we passed the last pole miles from the farm, with water fetched from a spring and no indoor plumbing. I chose to poop from a tree, what with the spiders and all eager to catch gnats attracted to a hole full of shit.
I am the last on the electrical line, my water comes from a spring and although I do have inside plumbing from the spring and inside toilets I also have an outhouse. Thanks so much for the read Jerry and for the comment it is most appreciated
One country boy to another. My pleasure.
Pleasure is all mine
Soren, this is excellent, my friend. Food, land, neighbors, and time are all reclaimed on your own terms. The absence of convenience doesn’t feel like loss…it feels like clarity. A solid, affirming piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you my friend I am so glad that the feeling of convenience lost comes through as something gained. I hate the taste of seedless watermelon what is gained with that convenience. Appreciate you Tristan
You are most welcome, my friend. And, yeah, the only reason I ever ate watermelon was to spit out the seeds like a machine gun! I hear you, for sure! 🤣
Good write SB.
Thanks my friend
Magnificently crafted! Your poem beautifully captures the essence of a simpler, more authentic way of life, radiating a profound appreciation for nature's splendor, warm community bonds, and timeless traditional values. It juxtaposes the allure of modern conveniences and commercialism with the sublime joys of a rustic lifestyle. The poet skillfully highlights the quintessential elements of rural life, including the bounty of homegrown food, heartwarming community interactions, and a deep, soulful connection to nature. It powerfully emphasizes the extraordinary pleasures found in simplicity and the paramount importance of nurturing personal relationships over the ephemeral allure of technology and consumerism. Yet, the purpose of your poem soars as a vibrant celebration of a way of life that prioritizes meaningful personal connections, nature's wisdom, and simplicity over the dizzying distractions and complexities of modern technology and consumer culture. It stands as a profound critique of modernity while passionately advocating for a return to life's simpler, richer pleasures.
Thank you so much Friendship for the exhaustive review of this simple piece it is right on target with its intent and highlights its most important points. It is most appreciated
You're very welcome, my friend😊
How simple things used to be. This poem has such a deep nostalgic feel to it. When I was younger, I used to go over to my cousin’s farm. We had built a tire swing and we would spend hours outside. It’s so sad to see how we went from that to having our face in front of a screen every day. There’s a park near my house and every time I take a walk around it, I’ve noticed that I see less and less children playing. They might be at school but most are probably at home in front of electronics. We’ve taken the natural simplicity away from life. Hang on to what you have Soren, it’s very special. Great work.
A very deep write with reserved a bit hidden emotions, sounds like a calm but still resonating reflection
Thank you so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated
This is just charming. Hits home for me in many different ways.
Thank you Dan for the read and kind words of support they are most important to me
A wonderful way of life back in the day soren. I remember it well.
Andy
A fave. The imagery was imaginative and moving. Enjoyed immensely.
Thank you so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated
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