Reminiscing

Thinking back to those old days

About granny and granddad's ways.

When you could see the chickens

Through the cracks a pecking.

When they roamed free ~

For everyone to see.

They would scratch the flowers ~

In the yard for hours.

Still granny could make them grow,

And the flowers would bloom and show.

She would lead Betsy her cow on a chain ~

Right up for her to be milked again.

The cow with her long horns ~

Never caused granny to scorn.

In my mind I can see her now ~

With Betsy that old cow.

Granddad plowed with the mule ~

He didn't like much fool.

He would walk for many miles,

And he always wore a smile.

He could find the simplest things ~

Would cause him to sing.

He would get the harmonica out,

But granny had great doubts.

She would say, "Fee, Faw, Fee, Faw,"

But he paid no attention to her jaw.

He had a rig to play harmonica and guitar at one time ~

The whole thing really baffled my mind.

On that front porch we would sit,

And we would have wonderful visits.

Granny would always met guest at the gate ~

She would see us coming and patiently wait.

Her glasses on the end of her nose ~

Looking for us coming down the road.

She would hold the cat in her lap ~

And give her little dog a pat.

No one could cook like she could,

And it was cooked on a stove that used   wood.

The old radio had a battery as big as the cars today,

But we liked to hear the Grand Old Opry play.

Granddad had a perch in the tree ~

Where his evening nap would be.

We children would swing so high ~

You could hear us begin to sigh.

The daffodils all in a row ~

In granny's yard would grow.

We would play under the cedar tree,

And made mud pies near the chimney.

We would use bricks for playhouse walls,

But they would usually fall.

We used jar lids for plates ~

When our dirt pies were ate.

We would play hop-scotch in the road ~

With a piece of colored glass that glowed.

Much time has passed me by,

And granny and granddad finally died.

I have tried to return to those old places,

But it's not the same with out their faces!

Poem written by: Lena Ayer Kittrell

Background design by: Lena Ayer Kittrell

Midi "Amazing Story" written by: Lena Ayer Kittrell

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