I remember as a child many years ago <br />Spending time in the country air <br />Picnics under the warm blue skies <br />Going to those great country fairs <br /> <br />Watching the cows and their babies <br />Chewing their cuds and strolling along <br />I loved to sit on a log for hours <br />Humming an old country song <br /> <br />And the chickens, how I loved to spend <br />Time sittin’ in the hen house as well <br />Listening to the cackling of laying hens <br />In the home where these birds would dwell <br /> <br />Sniffing the hay up high in the loft <br />As you climb up that ‘ole ladder <br />Watching mama in the kitchen <br />Stirring up a delicious cake batter <br /> <br />She’d punch bread dough with a fist <br />And let it rise nice and high <br />Oh, the smell of that bakin’ bread <br />Makes me let out a wistful sigh <br /> <br />Seein’ daddy chop up the wood <br />I can hear the sound of it still <br />The warmth and crackle of the fire <br />I can still hear it too at will <br /> <br />Ah, yes sir, a life that truly was <br />A perfect one for my brother and me <br />If I had my life to live over again <br />I would still be growing up country!<br /><br />Marilyn Lott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/growing-up-country/
