Growing Up on the Farm

Darla Cooke on Jun 27, 2009

Life of a farm girl.

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I grew up in the country,

and I lived on a big farm.

My home was a white wooden house,

that my Grandparents built themselves.

We had a red barn for the cows,

and we drank water from a well.

Tall oak trees shaded the front yard,

the fence always needed repairs.

We had a large round silo,

and a root-cellar for canned food.

The fields were planted in crops,

corn was grown for the animals.

My Grandpa drove his tractor,

he loved to bale the hay.

We put out feed for the livestock,

placed a scare-crow in the corn patch.

We had hired hands to harvest the produce,

and some even helped my Grandpa bale the hay.

We took our ripe produce to the market,

where we would sell it every year.

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Comments (11)

YourCity on Jun 27, 2009
Very nice poem! It’s remember me the old USA style)))
ken bultman on Jun 27, 2009
Thanks, Darla, for taking me back home for a moment.
Deep Blue on Jun 27, 2009
Nice lines.
Pinaki Ghosh on Jun 27, 2009
Nice poem, Darla and the selection of the photo is also nice.
mdartist on Jun 27, 2009
Very nice, Darla. I bet you miss the simple life! My husband grew up on a farm and he is extremely disaplined completely opposite of me. That is one of the things that attracted me to him. Farm life is good for the soul. Thanks for sharing.
Brenda Nelson on Jun 27, 2009
I grew up in the cite and always hated it. I would have loved to grow up on a farm.. except I would have cried when the animals would have gone to the markets.
Mark Gordon Brown on Jun 27, 2009
With factory farms on the rise, how many kids will have memories like this?
goodselfme on Jun 27, 2009
A nice ride down memory road.TX
rajeev bhargava on Jun 28, 2009
a very interesting account of the past. i enjoyed it alot.
kate smedley on Jun 29, 2009
Sounds wonderful … thanks for sharing.
CutestPrincess on Jul 11, 2009
you had a wonderful childhood moments in the farm..

Hi there!