Back Home Memories - Poem by Jean Bell
Such a beautiful day to behold
Remember all stories been told
Gathering around the old kitchen table
We laughed and laughed till not able
Always remembering the farm
Walking over the land, with no harm
Our parents raised ten fine children but
Now we are in this unending rut.
We go our own way with our lives
Something has always made us strive
Remembering to nod a little greet
As we pass on the street.
Never forget what we have been told
Than our lives will begin to mold.
This is all you will hear from me,
Till we all go back to the apple tree
Now that I have finished my story
We will look back with glory
Always remember our love
And hope it fits like a glove.
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