I sat, just turned thirteen,
in honour of advancing age,
the promise of maturity,
stout reins in hands
...
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What a lovely story Herbert, beautifully written. A joy to read. Loved it. love Ernestine XXX
This is a well-told memory, Herbert. Take off your comment to Mary...the reader doesn't need the vivid description. The poem was tasteful! :) You really took us back to a wonderful time of your life then bridged the gap of time to the present. Not many of us get to repeat bliss the way you did in this poem. Raynette
I could smell the hay-filled wagon Herbert. This was so vivid I could imagine the swaying and the bumping of the ride...........I love this image of you doing 'farmer' jobs. (I don't know why.....just seems so 'natural') Great poem. I really enjoyed it. Sincerely, Mary
THanks, guys, for the kind words. Best H