Fall & Winter Verse

poetry

Poetry.  Thoughts that travel from the head through the heart and out through the fingers to become words on paper.

I’m keeping it simple and unsophisticated today. Sometimes it is a good thing to see the old stories and the old poems.  This one reminds me of my family, and those who I see now only in my mind’s eye.

Please share your thoughts, and your favorite poetry.

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Thanksgiving by Edgar Albert Guest

Gettin’ together to smile an’ rejoice,
An’ eatin’ an’ laughin’ with folks of your choice;
An’ kissin’ the girls an’ declarin’ that they
Are growin’ more beautiful day after day;
Chattin’ an’ braggin’ a bit with the men,
Buildin’ the old family circle again;
Livin’ the wholesome an’ old-fashioned cheer,
Just for awhile at the end of the year.

Greetings fly fast as we crowd through the door
And under the old roof we gather once more
Just as we did when the youngsters were small;
Mother’s a little bit grayer, that’s all.
Father’s a little bit older, but still
Ready to romp an’ to laugh with a will.

Here we are back at the table again
Tellin’ our stories as women an’ men.
Bowed are our heads for a moment in prayer;
Oh, but we’re grateful an’ glad to be there.
Home from the east land an’ home from the west,
Home with the folks that are dearest an’ best.
Out of the sham of the cities afar
We’ve come for a time to be just what we are.

Here we can talk of ourselves an’ be frank,
Forgettin’ position an’ station an’ rank.
Give me the end of the year an’ its fun
When most of the plannin’ an’ toilin’ is done;
Bring all the wanderers home to the nest,
Let me sit down with the ones I love best,
Hear the old voices still ringin’ with song,
See the old faces unblemished by wrong,
See the old table with all of its chairs
An’ I’ll put soul in my Thanksgivin’ prayers.

 

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 This one was written by my mother.  It’s not a masterpiece either, but means a lot to me.

tom newell, ellen ross hurd, grandma's hollyhocks on the farm

Grandma and Tom

Days On The Farm
The garden is dying, all weedy and brown
Dotted with pumpkins and squash on the ground.
The birds on the wind are honking goodbye;
I watch them in silence and heave a big sigh,
To mourn for the passing of summer’s last cry.
God gave us this beauty, for soon we will know
The grimness of winter and new fallen snow.

God, please give us one more time
To see things grow,
To be on the farm
That we all love so.

Let loved ones come
Both young and old
Just one more time
Before it is sold.

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Just one more season
Of early morns
When bird songs
Herald a new day born.

Walking the pathways
Thinking our thoughts
Praising the Lord
For all He has wrought.

Young people laughing
Under the tree
Bout what we can’t share,
Contented and free.

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Raspberry picking
Strawberries too,
Hot in the sun
For our young and old crew.

strawberries

Home to the kitchen
For lunch and a drink
It is good to be home
And just sit and think.

Busy in the kitchen
Cooking a meal;
Stuff from the garden,
And baking with zeal.

O God, in your mercy
Let us once more
Walk that dear earth
As we’ve done before.

The world is a clamor
A noise and a shout,
But here it is quiet,
Your world all about.

We thank you our Father
For your tender care.
For giving the strength
To work, aches to bear.

One day at a time
So special and dear
We count every hour
They are precious this year.

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Written in 1980 the fall of 1979, the year after my Aunt Anna died. My mother, daughter, aunt, and cousin stayed with her at the family farm every summer for several years. This is where my mother and her siblings were born, where her father worked the land.

They had one more year, then the farm was sold, and all of my Aunt Anna’s things too. My mother and Aunt Verna went out and locked the door; it was a sad year.

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86 Responses to Fall & Winter Verse

  1. Rescue Writer says:

    How lovely to see others who enjoy reading/writing poetry too! I’ve really enjoyed reading through the post and comments. I hope no one minds if I share a poem I just wrote. This was meant to be a whimsical piece to be included in a newsletter I generate here at work.

    The Thanksgiving Way

    Turkey’s on the table.
    Family gathered ‘round.
    Spirited conversations fill
    the heated air with sound.

    Blessings will be counted.
    It’s the Thanksgiving way.
    But better to remember them
    each and every day.

    This day filled with abundance
    of both happiness and hugs.
    A special time to celebrate
    all that makes us snug.

    ©2015, Vanessa S.

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  2. be says:

    Awesome ty for sharing made my day!! .. Things are changing so fast now. Just a country heart here.

    Liked by 1 person

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