Pictures from the mind (12)

Holidays were never lame duck days

We were greeted each morning with a warm hug

A mug of hot milk from the cow.

While the cockerel continued to greet the day

Chickens clucked outside the half door.

The sounds from the hen house

Let the household know they had fresh eggs for breakfast.

Wafting throughout the house

The mysterious smells of the farm yard.

The sow house and cow house hives of activity.

Too soon the dog days of schooling returned.

All now long past, yet a solid memory

Which has no idea of time.

Yet for some such memories fade

Like the photograph exposed over time to sunlight.

(c) Chris Black 2017.

 

 

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