Sharing in your memories of the childhood you knew,
You descibed all your family, and the farm where you grew.
Your days work was hard, but with laughter and fun
As Granny cracked up on the 'whip, your Dad out with his gun.
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not discard the greatness in your loving poem the colour of life and sweet smelll of Growing flowers in your garden, and sweet smelling fruit trees. Cherished are these memories, no-one can take away,