Tuesday, July 27, 2010

vintage memories: the farm

{view from the farm I grew up on in Minnesota}

Life was simple
There was always a breeze,
One you could actually hear.
Mom was there when you needed her,
Not thousands of miles a way
But present with a hug and
A glass of lemonade.
There was a chance to get bored
Go outside and explore
Fireflies buzzed and were
Kept in jars like fancy lamps.
No buildings or smog, just
Wide open skies that
Seemed to never end.

1 comment:

  1. I really like this post.

    I miss my mum lots. When I'm passing a house that's cooking their tea and the lovely food smells come wafting out, it makes me long for her to be there when I come home.


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