Days of Went

Posted: September 26, 2016 in poem, poet, poetry
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While others ponder, frown and squint
I wonder  where, the days of went
Of bare-foot toes and soiled clay
Of corn stalks high and alfalfa hay
Rolled in grass with Sheppard pup
Drank from the well of the windmill’s cup
When I stood fast , refused to talk
And stood my ground on Mounting Rock

Worn ripped shirt and patched blue pants
Mush, cold eggs or pancakes – can’t
Brother, sisters many fed
climbed board ladder to their bed
That’s all there was , there was no more
In a sawed board house with linoleum floor
But our 5 foot 2, our Mother Nurse
Saved us all from that poor-house curse.


  1. Ret MP says:

    This put me right back into my childhood home. Funny, father never comes into the picture in mine either…but he was there. Very much there. It’s the caretaking that connects the memories…not the steady, I guess.

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    • That little woman was the one that said , enough is enough, she had a college education in a time when women usually thought it impossible, she knew things could and should be better, and she went out and improved it. At a time when women were supposed to stay home and just take care of the kids. She said she didn’t have to live like that and went out and changed it. And at the same time kept her family and her marriage together while holding down a job with so much responsibility. She was a saint.

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  2. iampeacenow says:

    Absolutely wonderful! peace to you

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  3. Beautiful and poignant, E! Brought tears to my eyes! Those women are the true heroines in our world! 🙂
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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