I balance myself walking on the train track,
as I have done many times before.
This track is about a quarter of a mile from the farm yard.
The memory of the train rolling down the track echoing in through the windows
at the house while we are tucked into our beds.
The train whistle now a soothing memory etched into my soul.
Many times as the train would go by I would wave to the conductor,
and the whistle would be tugged and fill the air,
to me almost a miracle,
and as the train flew by I would open my arms, raise my head,
and scream my rage, louder and louder,
after I would feel relief from my secrets.
On this day I walked the track with peace in my heart,
and forgiveness in my soul,
A little ways from the tracks I was reminded of many times
after working in the fields, we would find ourselves here,
and we would take turns trying to get the water to run,
Fresh cool water to quench our thirst and wash our faces,
to cool us from the heat,
Sometimes we would bring our lunch there or meet our Dad for lunch,
Sandwiches, cold pink lemonade, and fresh water.
I am glad I stumbled on to this memory,
one that I had forgotten,
and now one that remains so clearly embedded in my mind.
For just a moment we were all there together.
These are cowslips
abundant in the creek,
many times as children we would pick them
for our mother, always with the encouragement from our Dad,
we would give them to Dad to hold,
and he would pick off some of the flowers and eat them.
we would all squeal and laugh and tell him he can not eat flowers,
and then he would tell us to eat them,
Surprisingly they were quite tasty and would be a delicacy on some salads today.
Luckily the orange flowers were on display for my pleasure,
Reminded of a beautiful site usually of fresh golden rods,
today sat the remnants of last years growth,
soon to be followed my new ones
that would be green and brown velvety heads
that would blow like fluff on windy days.
In these large trees we used to play as children,
the cattle have destroyed where once our playground stood.
There are no branches left or leaves to display,
Soon it will be just a pile of wood.
Though I find this scene pretty, and can smell the earth in the air,
It saddens me to think soon there will be no reminders
of what this used to be,
the scent of peppermint wafted by,
another childhood memory,
for a moment I closed my eyes and cherished that wonderful smell,
And nothing to me is more beautiful than old worn buildings
that once were a bright red, so weather worn and beaten down,
but still standing, whose hands had built these,
that question is unknown,
Check out this barnyard we passed upon the road,
It was barely standing, another story unknown.
On the Prairies the wind blows and blows,
some stories swept away.
People come and go, and come again,
and peaceful they will feel,
No matter where I go or what I do
I will always be a farmers child
and will always remain true
to slower days, loving ways, beauty all about,
the love of the land is something I could never live without.!
May we always find our way to a feel good day.
I hope you have Your Very Best Day Ever