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The Way It Used To Be
by Doris R.S. Miller
My mind wanders back to childhood days
I can weave a dream from those old ways
I remember how a brush-burned knee hurt
How bare feet cooled in fresh field of dirt.
Our folks worked hard way back when people
Enjoy their families, as well as a friend
With cross cut saws they cut their wood
Those times were hard, but the memories were good.
We all had chores, we did them well
Then we listened to stories our dad would tell
We couldn’t go to movies, played video games or watch T.V.
At night we used kerosene lamps, so we could see.
We made cornbread and scrapple each fall
And butchered hogs to feed us all
I helped to milk cows, make butter and cheese
Gathered berries and wild grapes from high in the trees.
We drove an old Model-T and plowed fields with a mule
Most everyone I knew lived by the Golden Rule.
At times we wore patched clothes and doctored our own ails
Carried water from the pump outside, in a galvanized pail.
We can never return to those old time ways
But, I continue to dream of those long ago days.
A pattern was woven, one of a kind
Childhood memories that still live in mind.
~By Doris R. S. Miller
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