Reflection

[eyes_of_beauty]

As I watch them outside his living room window, playing in the grass, I remember seeing trees line that sidewalk, I remember a garden full of corn, potatos, carrots, etc., planted in the grassy, dandilion covered field in which they are rolling now. When I was a little girl

Comments

[fayted]

That's awesome, you should submit it.

[eyes_of_beauty]

Thank you

and

Where?

[fayted]

Poetry contests.

[eyes_of_beauty]

*chuckles*

Its not really a poem. I'm more waxing nostalgic than poetic.

One evening, at the same farm I describe here, as I was leaving, the sun was setting. The brilliant gold of the setting sun as it was between the dairy barn and the other barn was amazing. I wished I'd had a camera at that moment for a picture of it. Alas none was with me.

It was magical and I stood for a few moments to stare at it, trying to capture the picture in my mind to revisit it later.

To me, these farms are magical. I think that the only two people who they mean anything to outside of my Papaw are myself and my mom. Well, my mom for one farm, me for both as I got to grow up experiencing the wonder of both of them. My grandparents lived on one and my great grandparents lived on the other.