I was still a little girl
When my grandfather taught me
How to care and till our land
To produce the vital things
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A glimpse everyday......wonderful representation.....thank u. anjandev roy.
I played with the soil.....beautifully written.Thank u.anjandev Roy.
Childhood memories on grandfather have been nicely executed in this poem. I cite..... My grandfather earnestly Transferred wild ones To more suitable beds Attached rods on them And mixed with the good ones. This is really a beautiful poem and it attracts the reader to read over and over again for which I made it second visit.
Beautiful childhood reminiscences.. of a loving grandfather- a true son of the soil who knew the art of tending his crops! I am sure he must have been a hardworking man and you too inherited from him a love for the soil and farming! Such sweet memories of our dear ones, dead and gone will be stashed away in the deep recesses of our mind to be taken out and refreshed from time to time! (10)
I too grew up on a farm learning how to survive off the land. It is still in my blood today. Thank you Rose.
Your grand father was a gentleman who taught you values that is why you have grown into a person of great character Rose! I loved reading this poem! Full marks!
A poignant write, filled with sweet reminiscence of grandfather as a farmer. He sowed in you the healthy thoughts. Loved reading it.
nice - on the sense of nostalgic - like to quote- We planted seeds in rich soil But sometimes the wind and rain Played with them ......... My grandfather earnestly Transferred wild ones To more suitable beds excellent
How amazing to take A glimpse everyday How the wild ones continued to grow..some have grown even better. your simplicity in expression and the liveliness of painting your experiences is the real beauty of thi spoem-, dear poetess. tha nku than k.u. tony god bless u
How nice was your grandfather, a model for you, he taught you how to pass life in a productive manner. A nice gratitude to your grandfather, loved this poem.
Hi Rose Marie, Very nostalgic poem, but very poignant too. Describes hot the love for nature was inculcated in the little girl, without she ever noticing it. Just remembered my own childhood, when we would “work” in the field with our parents, and of course, other workers which we enjoyed to the core. And when the plants tended by us yield fruits, it gives us immense pleasure Or, when a shrub of Rose planted by us bears a flower! , , , , , ,
Beautiful poem.The wild ones grew together with the healthy ones becoming even better.
Such a wonderful life in the farm during childhood, ate Rose... An outstanding poem....10++++
A wonderful poem Rose. Reminiscent of your childhood days in the company of your grandfather. Beautiful and vivid imagery.10+++
Rose Marie, your grandfather was a very wise man. A beautiful poem.++10
Grandfather's teaching for doing till was really amazing and valuable. This helped you a lot to nourish. Observing life from sunrise to sunset was really very interesting. This poem is beautifully penned in memory of grandfather and this is a nice tribute to him...10
Nice write of your practical life Mam.