I was raised on a farm, and I was very happy
For I worked side by side, with my mammy and my pappy
It was not like the kids today, they roll over and yawn
I was already milking the cow, when it was breaking dawn
I took the milk to the house, then I fed the chickens
Mama would call for me to eat,
Standing in the door at the kitchen
Then it's time to get myself, ready to go to school
I didn't have to walk there, cause I road there on a mule
I tried to learn all I could, I knew not to steal and rob
For I knew that one day, I would have to get a job
School is over for the day, I learned the golden rule
Now i'll gather all my books and ride home on my mule
Once again i'll milk the cow, and feed the chickens again
Mama would say, supper is ready, want you come on in
Now it's time to go to bed, guess i'll hit the hay
First i'll have a talk with God, and thank Him for the day
- Author: Bluecomet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 23rd, 2017 17:21
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Reminds me so much of my own childhood. This flows well and is readable and enjoyable. It will tug at the heart strings of old men like me and awe the young ones.
Thanks Augustus
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