General Poetry posted January 26, 2010


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Memories Long Gone

by DeboraDyess

I miss the sound of rooster crow
as darkness flees and soft winds blow.
I miss the sound of rooster crow
First thing in the morning.

I miss the smell of harvest hay
As sun burns down to scorch Earth's clay.
I miss the smell of harvest hay
in the early afternoon.

I miss the sight of skies aflame
when darkness comes and all reclaim.
I miss the sight of skies aflame
in the coolness of setting sun.




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I grew up in the Texas Hillcountry, but as an adult moved to San Antonio (a pretty darn big place!) We've moved to a small, rural town, which meets most of our soul-needs, but I still miss being in the middle of all the beauty of nature, surrounded by only that. I was out walking with the grandsons and realized that the family that owned chickens down the road from us has moved, and I haven't heard a rooster crow in several months. It made me a little nostalgic.
Hope you enjoy. Deb
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