Fall Garden

The lazy days of summer

Come quickly to an end.

Crisp cool air of autumn

Is breezing ‘round the bend.

Grandpa’s homestead memories

Take me back to happy times.

The old well pump’s still standing

And the pumpkin’s on the vine.

We’ll share jelly from the apples

Picked fresh from apple trees.

And soon there’ll be some walnuts

We can bake our favorite sweets.

Grandpa made fresh sausage

From his own recipe

Grandma made the biscuits

Saved molasses just for me!

If I listen very closely

I’ll hear music that he played.

Music like none other

Love songs for grandma Kate.

The old black kettle filled

With pork rinds made from scratch

I still smell them cooking

There was always ‘one more batch!’

And then there were the stories

That only he could tell

As he drew a cup of water

From the spring fed water well.

Think I’ll sit a spell and ponder

In the Adirondack chair

Of the autumns at my Grandpa’s

Wish you were there to share.

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© 2005 Marie Williams

 

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