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Thursday, May 13, 2021

Thoroughly Poetic Thursday #19

 Today we join Two SPOILED CATS



Angel Sammy and Teddy for their poetic pictorial poem.



Here is our inspiration

This poem is 100% true...


Truth be told I'm a city slicker
a fact about which I cannot bicker.
Oh my mercy
I was lucky
my great Uncle Percy
had a huge farm with animals and crops.

Cows:
I learned how to milk the dairy cows
 It was determined I was too slow .
When I asked to taste the milk,
he said open wide.  His aim was 
on target he said now swallow

Hogs:
Hogs were messy of this I was certain.
In mud and muck they happily wallowed 

Chickens:
I had/have a very sensitive nose.
I learned quickly why the hen house
was on the very edge of the farm.
To your eyes and nose that smell did harm.
Each morning they had to gather eggs.
Kept what they needed crated the rest for sale

The family of nine lived off the land.
They grew their own veggies 
Each child had a hand in planting, picking and shelling.
In a flash Great Aunt Susie turned food from their land
in to a feast. 
Milk, eggs, meat, veggies galore 
Much More.

25 comments:

  1. What a wonderfully vivid evocation of life on Uncle Percy's farm!

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  2. what a sweet memory... we agree for da hen house... it really needs a place where it can not bother our noses LOL

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  3. My grandparents had a farm, but I never really had much to do with it I think. I do remember the cows and sheep. And the goats, as they ate his whole allotment one year!

    Klem

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  4. What wonderful memories of your farm life - and some you just never forget.

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  5. I would have loved growing up on a farm.

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  6. Hari Om
    I too have fond memories of farm life - a little bit more involved as nearly all my uncles/aunts (grandparents) were agriculturalists!!! This was a wonderful expression of your memory - and a delightful image to spark it. YAM xx

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  7. this photo brought back your fond memory of Uncle Percy and his farm. much of what you describe here was my upbringing but no hay rides or tractors. daddy grew everything we ate and most of your post stirs my memories. good job, love it

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  8. That photo really brought back a lot of memories.

    The Florida Furkids

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  9. What a lovely poem of life on your uncle's farm. We can tell you have fond memories of visiting there.

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  10. I grew up on a dairy farm so I know about laying in provisions for the family. Canning, chickens, hogs and beef. Our freezer was full and we had lots of veggies that mom canned. I've never liked living in the big city.

    Have a fabulous day, Cecelia. Big hugs. ♥

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  11. That was good! I sure remember all of those farm smells too!

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  12. Imagine it was great fun to visit Aunt Susie & Uncle Percy ... life on a farm was so very different from growing up "in town"!

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  13. Oh how I love this poem - it's a slice of "reality" too which makes it even better. Growing up on or even having a "farm in the family" to visit must have been wonderful. I never EVER been on a farm....I've been to a horse farm but not a "real" farm. What wonderful memories were made! Thanks for sharing your pawsome poem with us. It's fabulous.

    Love, Pam

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  14. C;

    da tabbies said to tell you; WE TOLL YA SEW & WE NOE.. EWE NOE... OH WHAT WE SPEEK ~~~~ ☺☺♥♥

    ☺☺♥♥

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  15. You have some wonderful memories of time with Uncle Percy and Auntie Susie. Mom remembers how much fun her kids had riding the tractor at their Grandad's farm too.

    Woos - Lightning, Misty, and Timber

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  16. I LOVE the memories...I have some similar with my country relatives in Roanoke Valley, Va. Made my afternoon reading it.

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  17. First...the new header ROCKS! And Your POEM IS FABULISHIOUS! I have really enjoyed the memories in the poems this week.
    Believe it or not, ours was a memory too. Mom worked on a dude ranch a couple of summers and Jack used to tell the kids stories about fairies, elves, brownies, and dragons as we rode the way wagon to the field and back!
    |Thanks for visiting us and we hope you guys have a marvellously Happy Week!

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  18. Great poem. Sounds like you have some wonderful memories of your aunt and uncle's farm. XO

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  19. Wonderful poem today C!
    How wonderful that you could visit the farm even when you are a "city slicker"!

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  20. A great poem. Do you have experience on the farm?

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  21. Your poem tells a lovely story. Fun to read and learn new things. It's nice you had the experience of a working farm and now have those fun memories!

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  22. I've often thought I would like to have a small farm and live off the land. But at this stage of my life I couldn't handle all the work -- and it is a lot of work. My husband is from Indiana and his grandparents were the same way.

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