Grandpa’s farm in its carpet of meadow,
All the wide space just for us to run free,
Remember the days in the height of the summer
And visiting there in that wide green sea?

Nestled in trees, it looked so inviting
Like a sweet piece of candy to both you and I.
Remember the colours of green, white and red
Under the wonderful blue of the sky?

Those were the days of our wild, childish pleasure;
No worries to trip us, just wind in our hair.
Often I sit and remember the feelings.
I wonder if you think of going back there.

I wonder if you still smell the crops growing,
The way you described it when we were both young.
I wonder if you still count seeds in the sunshine
And capture the taste of the day on your tongue.

Pam H. Murray is Canadian, living on the west coast, 53 years old and has been writing poetry since the 1960’s. She writes because it is the easiest thing she can do and it is her release when life gets to be too much. She loves sharing her work and has done a number of special requests over the past three years.
For more of Pam's poetry, goto her website at http://www.MidnightEdition.com/poets/rhymetimeblue or contact her below.

This poem Copyright ©2005 - Pam H. Murray. Reproduced with permission.

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